Oh, hey, I didn’t see you there…

I would like to pretend that I’ve been so quiet recently because I’ve been writing on here a whole lot, but that would be a lie (although I have been writing a bit, so read that).

Instead I have been caught up in the Christmas world of retail, which at best is busy, and at worst, completely mental, learning to play Sopio and feeling cold a lot. Winter has finally hit, and having no heating in my house at the moment does not make for comfortable living. So I have been huddled up in bed watching the second season of the West Wing instead of writing on here, when I haven’t been hiding out at other places that are warmer than my house. 

On a brighter note, I am clearing some space in my schedule (or neglecting some work) to bake tomorrow evening - it’s been too long, and I need to start making Christmas-themed things. Nom. 

I’m still reading The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin, because as well as being freezing, I have also become the world’s slowest reader. But it’s incredibly interesting seeing someone’s ideas on the small things you can do to make yourself happier. Apparently our level of happiness is 50% genetics, 10-20% life circumstances (e.g. health, age, marital status, income), and the rest is the result of how we think and act.

I took the Authentic Happiness Test which gave me something like 3.7 out of 5. That’s pretty good. But there are plenty of things that bother me on a day to day basis, and so, like Gretchen Rubin, I will be properly embarking on my own Happiness Project during 2012. I’ve already started a bit, but things have been so crazy recently that I haven’t really been able to dedicate time to setting goals and starting resolutions. Excuses excuses. I know. Some of the resolutions I particularly identified with were ‘tackling nagging tasks’ (I put things off a lot) and ‘the one-minute rule’, where you do something straight away if you know you can do it in under a minute - I practiced this regularly for a week and felt a lot better for it. Before I let it slip. Oh, 2012, you will be the year when I don’t let my resolutions slip ever. 

And now I’m going to get into bed and watch the West Wing before I freeze to death.