You guys. We’ve been snowed in since Friday, with no school yesterday or today. I love my kids, but it’s feeling a little…crowded. School has been queued up for tomorrow morning, and this mama has big plans. I’m going to a) have a private poo, b) have chips and Corona for breakfast and c) walk around naked petting the cat. And Andrew, if he’s home. I hope he is. Well, after the poo.
This weather makes it a little more difficult than usual to feel positive. To feel hopeful. To feel happy. A few weeks ago I received a book in the mail written by Dr. David McDonald called “The Adventure of Happiness.” I’ve known Dave since high school in oh… 1993. Whoop there it is. But then, get this. Dave’s dad dedicated me in his church when I was a newborn! In…1978. Ooof. But Dave sent me his book because I asked him for it, and I asked him for it because I saw him post about it on Instagram and something about Dave and his book and his posts just drew me in.
I get pulled in by things and people who give real shits. Who aren’t trying to snow me, or get me or convert me.
Dave gives shits. And that’s just it. Because this book isn’t about some person up there preaching to us down here, giving us to-do lists on how to get as happy as they are, to reach some euphoric heavenly state as if they’ve just been given a spiritual enema. While he constructs his book in such a way that we are first empowered with knowledge, he doesn’t just leave us hanging there, because at the end of each chapter is a short life hack on how we can put that knowledge to practical use.
But this is the thing: he talks to us like we’re sitting there in his living room, busting a gut and breaking bread. Drinking too much wine, or getting sticky crap all over the keys of our laptops. So while we’re out there practicing what we’re learning, we feel like he’s hanging around our struggles saying, “Yeah, me too” and around our small victories saying, “Atta girl.”
By now, I think you guys know how much free time I have, right? And I read this book in two days, not because it’s phluffy but because it’s phat. I scribbled so much into the margins that when I went to type out this post, I just tossed the whole book to the side and thought fuckit. I won’t quote anything because it takes away its potency. I want you to read it. I want you to read it because I give shits too. About you.
If you want it a copy, here’s the Amazon link to the good stuff. Dave was kind af to give me the book for free, but I’m receiving zero compensation for this post or for any purchases made through this link on this post. It’s just one big love-fest.
Did you guys ever read that book called The Happiness Project? I bought it, got about 20 pages in and retired it to the crawlspace. But I’ve actually heard really good things about it.
Have you ever had a sticky keyboard? Why?
Do you want to ask me anything about the book? I can write more about it in the comments! Or I bet Dave answer some too!