I was reading an old Chatelaine magazine today in the waiting room of my mom's eye specialist. There was a full article on being happy, and a bullet-pointed list of the things that happy people do to keep themselves happy. I read it skeptically, but I figure, well, there's no harm in doing some of these things. I have been, after all, pretty miserable for a long time now.
There was the obvious one which said to get exercise. Sure, no problem. Another thing they recommend we do is list a couple of things that went right and things that I enjoyed every day/week. Seems simple enough. Except on weeks where my laptop unexpectedly dies when I'm trying to write a paper, I discover I owe more money to cover the cost of incidental fees for class, I get into an auto collision that's not my fault but that I could be blamed for because there were no witnesses, etc... [and OMG does "etc" really mean "et cetera"], it's hard for me to dig through and find the things that went well. I have this sneaking suspicion that they're numerous but tiny, including such things as "I ate" and "I woke up", and that that's why I can't find them. They're such normal parts of every day that it's hard to give them any credit as being something worth being happy about.