Some of you may have noticed that my #100HappyDays fell by the wayside around day 66. I am proud to say that I did complete every single day! All 100 of them.
Just not on my blog.
If you’re interested (and you haven’t already) check out my Instagram feed to catch up on days 67 – 99.
Day 100 culminated in a few of my favourite things:
the perfect day
Day 100 – Deck beers with Phil, holding Maverick and eating marshmallows.
I’d say I just about nailed it.
My #100HappyDays experience was incredibly eye-opening, and could not have come at a better time. About the time I stopped posting the pictures on my blog, some bad shit happened in my life. Knowing that xray was not for me, I dropped out of school, and then my sister died. It was really hard to find something that made me happy each day when it mostly felt like things were falling down all around me.
But I did it, and I am better – and happier – for it.
And then something happened around Day 90 that I never anticipated…I ran out of anti-depressants, and I didn’t feel the need to refill my prescription. That was 5 weeks ago, and I am still blessedly happy without any chemical assistance.
Do I owe my newfound happiness to #100HappyDays? I know that it certainly helped, but so did therapy…a LOT of therapy.
One has helped me deal with long-held beliefs from my past that were holding me back, and the other helped me recognize the good things in my life on a daily basis. I am thankful for both, and while I still have the normal ups and downs that come with life, for the first time in longer than I can remember, I am truly, unquestionably happy.
