With all the excitement and buzz surrounding the #100happydays challenge I decided to join in and start posting pictures of things that made me happy that day. After a while this started becoming a chore for me to do.
I tend to blog when I feel like blogging and having to do this EVERY DAY it started feeling like a chore or job and less of something I do for pleasure. I didn't like feeling like i had to do something. There also were days where I just was not happy. Days where I felt miserable and yes, even though there is always, always something to be grateful for; on that particular day I was just not happy.
I started feeling pressured to post something that made me happy and on the days when I couldn't post I became unhappy which of course defeats the whole purpose of the challenge. I noticed that there were many days where it wasn't 'things' that I could take pictures of that made me happy. Most days I felt happy just because .... There was nothing I could take a photo of. I was just happy. Some days it's not a particular thing or person that makes me happy. Not a particular place, food or activity that makes me happy. I'm just happy being. Being present. Being here and now, in the moment.
Hence my decision. Out with the #100happydays challenge. I'm moving on.