The Plan

As previously mentioned, every month this year I am planning on concentrating on a part of my life that can be improved to amplify my happiness. Of course, having the type A personality that I do, I have already decided and charted what each month's focus will be. Are you ready for this?

Jan. - Know Thyself

Feb. - Deal w/"Food Noise"

March - Know What You Mean, Mean What You Say

April - Get Fit (Summer will be just around the corner.. jus' sayin')

May - "It's not what you know, it's who you know." Realize Who You Know

June - Why Worry?

July - Get a HOBBY

Aug. - Let.It.Goooo

Sept. - Travel :)

Oct. - Universal Energy (Yes, I believe in this iiiissh..)

Nov. - Relationships

Dec. - All of the Above

Stay tuned.. -a.

The First One

I'm already off to a rocky start... The day has slipped away from me (again). I am finally getting around to writing my first blog post of 2012. After breakfast with friends, a trip to the beach with the boyfriend, and dinner/drinks at another close friend's house, the last thing I want to be doing (maybe the last thing I should be doing after a couple glasses of champagne?) is post about my New Year's resolution of writing a blog. But I know myself, and I know I'm an extremist. If I don't blog today, January 1st 2012, I won't start it on the 2nd. I'll be forced to wait an entire year to start a blog again. So, here it goes...

I began writing in my first notebook during my first "relationship" (are they considered relationships in the 8th grade?). That was 10 years ago. Since then I've had numerous different brightly colored notebooks documenting my heartaches and heartbreaks. It seems for the past 10 years I've filled page after page with sad stories and self-realizations about how most guys suck. My main source of inspiration to write has been sadness caused by dumb ass guys who made me cry. Pathetic, or what?

Times have changed. I am currently in a happy, functional relationship with a happy, functional guy. He has never made me cry. He has never made me cry so he has never made me write. I don't have any passionate words messily written down in a notebook in between fury and sobs. I've run out of guy-sorrows so I've run out of words. I've stopped writing at 2 in the morning, my pen trying to keep up with my thoughts, because my source of sadness has been tapped out. I'm happy.

I'm happy and I've decided to write about it. Sadness, sorrows, and silly boys can't be my only muse to create, to write. I will be starting my own Happiness Project (read The Happiness Project written by Gretchen Rubin for more detail). For 11 months I will work on an element of my life that I believe can bring me more happiness with a little improvement. During December, the last month of the year, I will attempt to combine all 11 improved perspectives. The year, and my blog, starts with my attempt to get to know myself better.

Stay tuned.. -a.