It has been said, by someone far wiser than I, that if you fix a smile on your face - even, nay especially, when you don’t feel like smiling - you will magically find yourself feeling happier. I have tried
it myself and it does work, at least most of the time. Waking up in the morning is as good a time as any to experiment with putting on a happy face. If you can manage to trill a merry tune at the same time, so much the better.
Now this year has been somewhat challenging for Mr B and me so I have decided that I need another injection of happiness, to supplement the smile and the not-so-tuneful trilling. In short, it is 100
Happy Days time again.
Regular readers - as in, those who go back through the almost six years of the Daily Blog - will remember this exercise in Happy Thoughts.
The idea is that every single day, for a hundred days - no more and no less - I must post a photograph of something that has made me happy that day. Just thinking about it, so the reasoning goes, will make me appreciate all that is good about my life.
Like the smile, and the trilling, it really does work. I should know because I have carried out this exercise in Unremitting Positive Thinking no fewer than four times already.
This means that I know exactly what to expect as I start off on my fifth round of Jolly Photographs. I know, for example, that I will start off with great enthusiasm, that I will have at least half a dozen good ideas already up my sleeve. I also know that
round about Day 30, I will start to struggle and will have to fall back on old photographs, like the charming one of my sister and me sitting on the doorstep of our childhood home in Rush Green, Romford, Essex, in which she is clutching her threadbare (but
beloved) panda and I am very nearly showing my knickers. I appear to be whispering in her ear, while she is smiling straight at the camera. I wonder what I was telling her to make her smile so broadly?
I know that, around about Day 75 (or 6 or 7) I will lose track of which day I am on. I will start to worry if I have missed a day or two and what this will mean in terms of my final Happiness Count. I will take a stab at guessing
which day I am on and reassure myself that, in all probability, I am Ahead of Myself. And that nobody else, apart from me, will still be counting...
I started on Day One by posting a photograph of my Spring garden, all dancing daffodils, the sight of which lifts my spirits every morning when I pull back the curtains. Soon the tamarisk tree will start to blossom in all its glory - a certain for a Happy
Days Photo in a few weeks time. The white lilac, planted in celebration of our Golden Wedding nearly two years ago is budding as are the Golden Wedding rose bushes. But, I remind myself, my 100 Happy Days can’t be purely Plant Related - I will
need to ring the changes if I am not to be boring.
My friend Eleanor arrives bearing a chicken fricassee which she has lovingly cooked for Mr B and me. She knows,
being a dear and close friend who, moreover, is a faithful reader of the Daily Blog, that I am, indeed, Always Thinking of My Stomach. I have never eaten a fricassee before but I am given to understand (having consulted my ever-helpful friend Google) that
it is a French classic, a cross between a sauté and a stew.
That’s as may be, but I can confirm that Eleanor’s fricassee was Totally Delicious
in Every Way and that Mr B, whose appetite has been sadly lacking in recent weeks, polished off his helping with relish. It made such a welcome change from the many meal times when he has pushed his plate away, my culinary offering barely touched, saying he
simply doesn’t feel that hungry. Today I look at his empty plate and feel so very happy.
I should have taken a photo of our delicious meal, now shouldn’t
I? It could have been tomorrow’s 100 Happy Days photograph.
Will an empty plate suffice, do you reckon?