The Many Colours of Happiness

Ahh, I will never be a regular blogger. It’s either a million posts in one day, or nothing for three weeks. Oh well. I am starting my 29 Day Giving Challenge on Saturday, but thought that I may as well try to be a bit more giving today. Warm up my kindness skills. And why not start with the little things? The drive to work is through peak hour, so as you can imagine, everyone is very aggressive and determined to get where they need to go as quickly as possible. Myself included. And so some poor souls who need to turn out of the little streets onto the main ones are stuck waiting for a very long time . Normally I am a teensy bit too focused on singing, waking up, and trying to get to work quickly as I am often running late etc. etc. (excuses, excuses) to notice these people. So today I decided to break that habit, and let some of those poor people through. And the most amazing thing happened . All of the people behind me started letting people through as well. Then all of the peopl

The other day I was driving in my car, and became painfully aware of my stomach. How much of it there was. How I couldn’t feel anything else, couldn’t think of anything else, nothing else mattered other than the fact that my stomach was there. When I didn’t want it to be there. I began to obsess, my breathing became fast and shallow, I wanted to be anybody but who I was right at that moment. I just wanted to be sane. But then I recalled the promise I had made to myself last week, to focus on what is important in life. And an extra kilo or two is not one of those important things. As I was focusing on the positives, I remembered what it was like being in the car 6 years ago. When the feeling of the seatbelt against my hips and ribs was painful. Very very painful. When the seatbelt left me covered in bruises, and I dreaded doing it up because it felt like it was going to break me in half. Break every single bone in my body. My breathing went back to normal. I started to smile

Wow, two posts in one day... Sorry guys! Guess I have a lot to say :p I really liked everyone's responses to the happiness challenge post I did yesterday. They were very insightful, and got me thinking... Maybe I really do need to take on a happiness challenge. I wrote that post partly in jest, as I do understand that no one can be happy 100% of the time. But also partly because I do want to make that extra effort to be happy, appreciate what I have and share it around. So why not aim for 100%? The worst that can happen is I don't make it, and I am not making it to 100% right now. So why not? Writing goals and aspirations on this blog makes me much more inclined to do them (so I would also like to add right now that one day I will be President of the World..and a super-hero called Captain Awesome). So when I woke up this morning cursing my alarm and grumpily throwing myself loudly around despite the fact that Joel was sleeping (I am not considerate until a good 2 hours after I

My advice? Don’t ever put yourself in that situation. Live a wholesome life full of flowers and cupcakes and braiding people’s hair. Because Karma is not someone you want to mess with. How did I manage to get on Karma’s bad side you ask? Here is my sob story, I hope you brought tissues. *disclaimer: I try to be somewhat classy most of the time...but sometimes I am not. Please don’t judge. It all started when I visited to parents to find my sister and her friends in the kitchen. My sister was in quite a state of excitement (she is always in quite a state of excitement) because of Chlamydia testing. But wait, there's more! ... ...Chlamydia testing that pays $10 per person!!! Basically to encourage young people in the ACT to get tested, they are PAYING people to get tested. And there were 6 places doing this in Canberra. You can imagine I was in quite a state of excitement as well after I heard this. A system kindly designed to encourage young people to get tested for the go

The other day, while I was watching a movie with Joel, I decided to dramatically throw myself on the floor and loudly announce that I was sad. Joel ignored me, much to my displeasure. I sighed loudly and raised my voice (in case he had suffered temporary hearing loss). ‘I SAID, I’m SAD!!!’. He looked at me unsympathetically. ‘No you’re not’ Me: ‘Yes I am. I'm very sad. I’m sad a lot of time. I might even have depression’ Joel (patiently): ‘No you’re not, and no you don’t’ Me (concedes): ‘Well.. I’m not sad... but I’m feeling AVERAGE’ (throws self face-down on the floor again) Joel (*sighs, realising that he will not get to watch his movie in peace after all): Kaylia, you are the happiest person I know. BUT you can’t feel happy all the time. It’s not natural. Most people spend a lot of their time feeling average * Me: And why can't I feel happy all the time?! There's no law against it! *glares* Joel: (ignores me and gets back to movie) But seriously, why

I have been thinking lately, about life. And how sometimes it doesn’t turn out how you expect. When I was little I always thought that I would grow up to be a free spirit. I would travel and play piano and never have a fixed abode. Which is odd because I have never been all that much of a free spirit. I used to worry all the time. About everything. So maybe it was more of a projection of who I wanted to be, rather than who I was likely to be? Anyway. When I got sick, all I wanted was normality. And security. Taking chances, falling in love and making my dreams come true never factored into it. I didn’t want to try new things. Ever. And I stuck to that for quite a few years. It wasn’t until the other day that I realised I am so different to that now. My sister said something that got me thinking. We were driving to Sydney and following her GPS. Though it was directing me in the opposite direction to the way I know to go, I trust technology much more than my own sense of direction