I’m on day two of a five-day sojourn in Sydney. This trip has been a continuation of what life is for me a the moment; it’s about taking myself out of my comfort zone, out of my routine, out of my support network and asking, “So, without all this other stuff, who am I? What’s important?”
Last week I completed my 100 Happy Words challenge – writing 100 words a day for 100 days. It was my second 100 Day Challenge for the year. What really made these experiences was the unexpected stuff I learned along the way.
It is one of my favourite places in the world.
I love it when I get to have a deep, heartfelt conversation that not only reminds me what’s important in life but helps me put it into words. Happy words. Happy days.
What is it that makes a happy place?
All my adult life I’ve been seeking a flavour – Chicken Chow Mein of my childhood – and it only seems to exist in Chinese restaurants that look a bit 1970s.
So, I’m leaving work at 6.18pm and my first thought on seeing the time is, “Ooh, I might get home in time to catch the end of Grand Designs!”
My body is quite happy at rest. If given the choice between exertion and stasis, it generally chooses inactivity.