Yesterday, I forgot to wear my wristwatch.
That means one thing to me.
I'm back on the treadmill.
And it's time to get off.
The symbolic release from my Fossil for the day served to remind that the very essence of life does not depend on jamming every little thing into one twenty-four hour period.
Jump off the Estrogen Express.
As a chronic worrier of everything wrong with the world, I often don't take five to stop and assess what exactly is right with Planet Three.
My happiness thermostat gets stuck in overdrive.
Harvard psychologist Daniel Gilbert offers this conundrum. Most people are terrible at predicting what makes them happy, yet at the same time, are happy most of the time.
7.5 on a scale from zero to ten.
It's this simple.
What makes you happy?
Name three things that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Analyze what that was all about. Why did these moments in your day make your inner bird sing?
Hey. It couldn't hurt.
As I head about my day, my wristwatch will serve as a happiness detector, not the God of Servitude.
Don't worry. Be happy.
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