I had a break between classes today and decided I needed to read
something not required for class. I entered the student union
bookstore and immediately picked up The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. It had been on my list of book to read for a while and decided today was the day. I needed something to inspire me and symbolize my latest epiphanies of change along with my Starbucks mug, a feather hair extension (sorry mom but I really want to get one) a fresh moleskine journal and a new book.
I decided to be overindulgent and begin reading immediately. A few pages in, with some quotes written down, I realized how ridiculous it was that I was sitting in the crowded student union when there was a beautiful fall day outside after three days of rain...brushing elbows with four girls whose conversations of Obama and a football player's "luscious locks" were louder than the John Mayer on my iPod.
After so long feeling something was missing and trying every possible outlet for an answer, I think I've found it. It's been here all along, I just abandoned it. It was this secret me, the art me. The one that actually made time to be creative cause I enjoy it. It relaxes me. I turned into the facebook-consumed, texting college student trying to keep up with everyone's social lives when really I'm a huge introvert. Yeah I'm outgoing and confident on the outside, but inside me is so much I keep hidden and suppressed. Why? From who? I spent so much time in high school wanting to fit in and be noticed or invited, but now more than ever I want to be different and do what really makes me happy rather than what the crowd deems as exciting.
So begins my happiness project. Soul searching, whatever you want to call it, but the time is now and I've never been more excited. First on the agenda: tackle my recent obsession with feathers and drink lots of coffee to feel more sophisticated. Happy Friday my friends. It's going to be a good one. I can feel it.