Happiness

Precious Experiences

What does make you happy?

Mental Health See-Saw

We were both tired after a long day and a sleepless night with our daughter. My partner went upstairs with Miss Little Munchkin aka Jumping Bean first, I followed after. When I got upstairs I saw them both sleeping soundly. I stopped for a moment and let my heart fill with joy and happiness of seeing two people whom I love with my whole heart relaxing and resting.

What does make you happy?

I often find out that people feel happy when they surround themselves with materialistic items or money. They forget the importance of emotions and feelings which doesnโ€™t cost a dime.

Stop for a moment, forget about the money and materialistic items and ask yourself whatโ€™s really important in your life.

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Pregnancy Brain

Life is real

Pregnancy is a strange mental and physical state. All of the sudden you feel like some alien force has taken over every single thing you were previously in charge of. If I could compare my brain to an object I would happily compare it to this partially burnt gate called ‘Franky’ who proudly poses for the picture. I’m not saying that a pregnancy is not a miracle- it’s a miraculous and wonderful but freaky occurrence which sucks up every ounce of your energy you’ve had spared leaving you functioning like a Zombie. And yes, every pregnancy is different, some find it easy, some find it difficult and some loose the will to live. I stick with the third option. They say it will pass, it will get easier… Will it really? As far as I know I’m growing a human being inside my body and soon I will be responsible for their entire life until they mature. While I feel rotten to the core I embrace my partially burned and scorched pregnancy brain. Yes, I still manage to find happiness in my newly given sweet and wonderful misery ๐Ÿ˜Š

What Is It?

Surreal thoughts

I like my cosy house,

the bowl of food is always full, I have always fresh water in my personal silver bowl but I still prefer to drink the water from the pot where Anna & Ian keep the Christmas tree monstrosity. Hmmmm Tinsel and pompons…. back to the point… I have thought about it and I think I have an addiction- I’m a Treechoholic… I have made a peace with it because I’m still a lovely fella.

I love running in the garden but yesterday MY GARDEN was covered in nasty and wet fluff. I must admit I enjoyed admiring the colour but the texture and temperature was not suitable for me. I chose to stay upstairs and look through the window at the strange magical flakes which covered the ground and made it look like a soft duvet.