FIND THE HAPPY
FIND THE HAPPY – Week 1 – Monday 6th April 2015 – Sunday 12th April 2015
Turns out I am not that great at sticking to a routine, or at least creating a new task to add to my existing routine. Last years concept and idea of blogging quickly became a stress and a chore. Which it shouldn’t be. It is supposed to be fun. So I stopped.
I have been thinking more and more about trying again so here we go. I have also decided then rather then setting off with a subject matter in mind, we are just going to go and see where it takes me. Bit like splashing pain all over a canvas with the hope that something comes of it… maybe a poor analogy… a brain storm (are we allowed to use that any more? Last I heard the politically correct term was “board blasting” so as not to offend people with epilepsy…. *eye roll*) about things I like to write about, back to the original idea of journalling I guess.
I love reading blogs, in particular this one Sprinkle Of Glitter. Louise writes with such charm and wit and about a little bit of everything. Also quite addicted to her YouTube channel(s) too…. funny how compelling it can be to watch someone go about their day to day life. Anyway, Louise has recently been listing her “happies”… so I thought I would try this. It is a bit like the concept of the happy jar seen here on pinterest. I would like to “find the happy”.
I think Friday is my favourite day.
What a brilliant word this one is! Codswhallop… ooooooooh what a load of codswhallop!! It’s meaning “nonsense” You would use it as a rather lovely way of explaining that something is nonsense…
“David said to me that he could eat 12 pizza’s in one sitting… what a load of codswhallop”.
I feel a bit like this word has gone out of fashion, I will endeavour to use it more!!
So, where does codswhallop come from?
It is widely accepted that “codswhallop” comes from the tale of a man named Hiram Codd who in the 1870’s patented a bottle for fizzy drinks that had a marble in the neck, which would act as a lid as the pressure from the gas in the drink sealing the bottle. The marble was pushed into the bottle releasing the gas and the drink was consumed.
Whallop was a slang term for beer, and Codd’s Whallop became a term used by beer drinkers to describe beer that was gassy or weak. I am guessing that Codd’s invention was not all that great then!
Some other theories describe “Codd” as referencing codd-piece, whallop still being the slang term for beer. Also, “Codd” literally as in the fish.
So there you go! I am sure Mr Codd would not be best pleased to know that his invention has now become a term for something that is nonsense.
“They are using my invention to describe something as nonsense – what a load of codswhallop”.
So only a couple of weeks in and I have already missed a week of posting. Not good enough Amy! It is amazing, I have spent months with little ideas buzzing around my head of what I could put on my blog and what hilarious things go through my head but as soon as there is some where to put them…
Letting go of things has always been a bit of a problem for me. I have held onto regret, guilt, anger, grudges for longer than I should. Always. Regret in particular is one thing that knotted in my stomach, replaying scenes over and over in my head until I feel like I might explode. It is a funny thing not being able to let go. Like some weird gone-wrong wiring in the brain. The need to replay something over and over again to traumatise yourself and cause yourself the most distress possible. Bizarre and very very annoying.
I was made aware this weekend that I had made a bit of a break through with one such thing. I won’t go into too much detail, but I found myself in the company of someone from my past that was party to one of the more distressing and anger inducing times in my life. Someone that was party to one of the worst betrayals ever. For a long long time I was angry, so angry I would lie in bed and think over and over about it, asking questions and reliving the whole thing. Even long after the whole thing was done and dusted with. I had not seen this person for about 3 years, maybe longer, and always dreaded the day it would come. We have mutual friends so I knew that one day it would happen. I found myself, with some of my best friends, some other friends and this person is there… and I laugh. I felt nothing any more. A very very close friend who is fiercely loyal was fuming, raging and I was calming them down. It didn’t matter any more. I had let go. I was not angry, I was not sad, I was not happy by any means but I was just indifferent. As I stood there in my new life, surrounded by some people from a less than happy time from my life and I was okay. I realised I hadn’t thought about this person or what had happened in a long time.
I guess time really is the greatest healer. I am in such a happier place in my life right now that none of that matters. Funny thing was, I know that this person is still a mess. Still in that place, lost, messed up and alone. I guess I am growing up, I don’t have time to hang onto that anger any more. I don’t have the energy, there are so many better things going on right now that I do not have to be angry any more. It is nice. It was unexpected but nice.
I feel good. I am good. I am happy. Learning to let go of anger without really realising, my brain just naturally seemed to work it all out. I guess time really is the best healer.
Hello and welcome.
I have sat and stared at my opening lines for at least the past 45-minutes trying to come up with something incredibly witty and funny to open this blog. It seems it is quite hard, so we will begin with the simple but to the point WELCOME! 😀
This, I hope will be my first blog of many.
So let me begin by telling you a little about myself. My name is Amy… or Amynoos if you will, hence the musings from the noos…ings… my very poor attempt at a witty title for this blog. I am 28 years old and in the beautiful grey fuzzy area of life where “should be a grown up” meets “I want to sit in my pants and watch cartoons”. It occurred to me in a haze of spiced rum and cola on New Years that now it is 2014, I can say “I am 30 years old next year”.
When did that happen?
After some staring with my jaw dropped for a good while, I thought I would grasp this opportunity to explore the next year and 10 months of the funny old world of being in your late twenties by starting a blog. General panic, distress, childlike behaviour and compaining about the “youth today” will be interspliced between reviews, amusing items and anything that I find interesting or feel the need to comment on.
So here we go! I hope this is to become my new favourite thing to do, and hopefully I can entice some of you wonderful internetty type folk to follow me along for the ride.
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