No, seriously. How does one become happy?
Because I’ve tried. Any kind of step to be happy.
Take long walks. I do. 2 times a day, 30 to 40 minutes each. I think a lot when walking, makes it worse.
Get a pet. I have a pet at home and one at the office. A dog and a cat. I sometimes swallow cat hair. Not good.
Make some time for yourself. What, 45 minutes showers don’t count? Plus a gentle scrub every now and then. And I really love my moisturizer, smells like something I would eat (gotta love food, right? Food makes people happy).
Wake up early. 7 freaking 30 am from Monday to Friday, given the fact that I go to sleep at exactly midnight.
Wake up late. Well, what are weekends for?
Get friends. Socialize. Look, I try. But it’s not like I’m sending them to Budapest, or Spain, or UK.
Be positive. I”m a cheerleader. A sarcastic one, but hey, chin up!
Talk to your parents often. Every night on Facebook chat.
Don’t hold a grudge. I would probably hold a lot of them if only I’d be able to remember so many things. Really. I could be the meanest if I’d put my mind to it.
Exercise. 30 to 40 minutes 2 long walks/day. And I promise I’ll start jogging when it gets warm out. This is not just a New Year’s resolution ya’ll.
Smile more. I take selfies. Deal with it.
Read a book. “Hunger Games”. “The fault in our stars”. You have to.
Listen to music. If only I could write that in my resume.
Wear comfortable clothes. I look like a lumberjack every single day and it doesn’t get any comfier than that.
Have a blog. Well, aren’t we a little bit ironic here?
Travel. I went out of the country. Once. And walking must count as something, right? …
Stop complaining. Woop, found it.