Today is Show Me Your Books day, which is my favorite day of the month, seriously. It also happens to be election day, thankfully. But I won’t lie — my tummy is in knots. The election even interfered with my reading. That’s right. I DNFed two books because the jerk-like characters felt too real, which left me unable to read anything new for two weeks! Rude!
Oh, Happy Day! That’s the song I want to sing when I wake-up. Unfortunately, most days I wake up singing, nope, nope, nope. Thus, I’m always on the lookout for ways to increase my happiness or my overall level of contentment. When Jenn from Optimal Actualization gave The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin a rave review, I immediately added it to my TBR. While not a life-changing read for me, I still found plenty of golden nuggets to implement.
Happy Halloween! Normally I don’t post recipes here, but Max is showing off his Halloween costume over at Eat Laugh Purr, so I decided to switch things up a bit today. Now I must confess a bit of a secret: No ghosts or goblins or superheros will come knocking on my door tonight, but … I have Halloween candy in my apartment. Why? Because I have no willpower, people. None.
My Halloween plans are simple: make Max wear a costume and watch scary movies while indulging in too many snacks. Growing up, I never, ever, watched anything scary. If I did, it led to many, many nightmares. Only within the last 10 years or so, have I summoned the courage to regularly watch scary movies. And I kind of like them, particularly the ones with real scares versus torture porn/slasher films. Those movies make my eyes close because the never-ending violence grows tiresome, not because I’m ready to leap out of my chair and run around my apartment shouting redrum.
I am on a journey to figure out who I am and what I stand for; to find my purpose; to feel comfortable in my skin. This is a work in progress, an ongoing journey with many points and one that never stops until my last breath. Once upon a time I was a meek rabbit, but now I am becoming a ferocious lion who is protective of this very special creature I call Tanya. I was recently reminded of my power from (of all things) a car commercial.
I don’t know about you, but I cannot wait for this election to be over. The amount of toxicity is overwhelming and polluting every aspect of our lives. It seems like no safe havens exist. I’ve even DNFed two books, not because they were bad, but the jerk-like characters and circumstances felt too real to be entertainment. Books are my happy place and the fact I find little pleasure in reading these days makes Tanya grumpy. And no one wants to deal with a crappy Tanya, especially me. 😀