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The Book of Awesome

As I was skimming through the new and exciting books at Chapters awhile back, I noticed a book called, "The Book of Awesome" by Neil Pasricha. I'm not a big fan of self-help books (though I'm sure many of them are interesting), but I noticed when I flipped through this one that it was more about observations on the shared enjoyments and pleasant surprises in ones life (serendipity). As I flipped through and remarked to myself how true his observations are, it got me thinking about the things in my life that make me happy. This book has inspired me to be more aware of the pleasant moments in my own day to day life. I'll write down a few here and there over the next little while as they come to me!

My first ten:

1) watching birds run (I know its strange, but their little legs amuse me)
2) Getting the parking spot closest to work in the morning
3) Making my own caramel macchiatto at home after work (tasty and inexpensive)
4) spending a whole day in my pj's after a tough week at work
5) sleeping in ridiculously late on Saturdays
6) Getting something other than bills in my mailbox
7) Finishing a project I've been working on for a long time
8) Falling asleep at night with my book still in my arms
9) Shopping for pretty much anything
10) Seeing my Nephew's face light up when I visit   

Comments

  1. I like running birds too, and pajamas, and personal mail. =)

    Do you like the "Shopaholic" series because in some small way you identify with her happiness while shopping? (Of course you are much smarter and more self-controlled!)

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  2. Sweet!
    I think I like the shopoholic series because I see a little bit of myself in her, but her being a lot worse (as a shopper and an avoider of unpleasant things) makes me feel better about my own issues lol. That and there is an element of the ridiculous in her life that I find very amusing.

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