Just so we're clear, Furiously Happy is a Jenny aka The Bloggess' phrase, not mine. Not that I wouldn't want to claim it as my own, I just believe in giving props where props are due.
Occasionally, or maybe all the time, I blog about my anxiety. Usually in a joking funny way. Because as my friend Jen once said to me, "if I don't laugh, I'll cry," and I can honestly say that's the best damn advice anyone's ever given me. Not that she was giving me advice when she said it, but oh you know what I mean.
While the anxiety sucks big fat ones, you know what sucks even bigger, fatter ones? Depression. I don't think I've ever blogged about it. Because honestly, it's really hard to find the funny in depression. When I'm depressed, I don't write. In fact, I don't do much other than hate myself times a thousand.
I feel like I spend half of my life depressed and the other half anxious. That doesn't leave much room for happy, cuz I'm not a math genius or anything but I'm pretty sure one half plus one half equals one whole, despite what a former boss of mine who does not understand percentages at all may think.
Anyhoudini, The Bloggess also suffers from anxiety and depression and a whole bunch of other really bad shit. And you know what? So do a bunch of other bloggers. Perhaps it's why we blog. In fact, awhile ago I did a post about why I write and ended by asking all of you why you write. The husband, who stalks my blog real hard core like (thanks honey) said to me, "apparently everyone writes to keep from going bat-shit crazy." Exactly. Your comments made me love you all even more than I already do. And I didn't even know that was possible.
I've recently gone through a very bad bout of depression. Like REAL bad. Like me laying in bed and the husband holding me and telling me to stay with him. Those of you with depression or living with someone who suffers from depression know exactly what he meant by that.
The point is, I recently watched The Bloggess' speech at a Mormon convention and, after igniting the zombie apocalypse she talked about being furiously happy, and how, even though sometimes we are knee-deep in shit, we still deserve to be happy, which may or may not involving tazing other people.
While watching it, I was all, "Right on like donkey kong!" and started thinking about the things that make me Furiously Happy and decided to make a list of Things That Make Me Furiously Happy, because lists? Complete me.
Things That Make Me Furiously Happy
1. The husband. You know that feeling when you've just put clean sheets on your bed, and they're warm from the dryer and you just got out of the shower and you jump in bed and roll around and it feels so good? That's how the husband makes me feel. And that feeling makes me furiously happy.
2. My puppies, who are actually not puppies but full blown dogs, but all dogs are puppies to me. Every day, EVERY DAY, when I get home they are waiting at the door and greet me with the happiest faces a person has ever seen. It's hard not to be furiously happy when another being is that happy to see you.
3. Christmas. Actually October - December are the greatest months of my life. Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas, the trifecta of holiday awesomeness. The decorations, the parties, the food, the family time, the smells, that feeling in the air. It's heaven.
4. Having arms. Seriously. I recently saw this show about these albinos in Tanzania (I think - I would look it up, but doing research does not make me furiously happy). Apparently Tanzanians think albinos have magic powers and they cut off their arms to somehow possess their magic. Watching this of course made me feel like a giant whiny shithead, because honestly, is my life really that bad? That woman has no f*cking arms, and she is happy and forgiving and not drowning in woe. Although I can't choose not to be depressed, I can choose to be furiously happy about having arms. And so I am.
5. My Moma. I don't mean to say that my other parents don't make me furiously happy. My stepdad is the reason I know how to play poker, won an eleven person Texas Hold'Em tournament in college, can clean up at a blackjack table, know how to throw a football, and have an insane passion for the game of football, all of which make me furiously happy. And my dad taught me how to laugh at myself. Which is honestly one of the greatest gifts I've ever been given. But my Moma? She's the other pea in my pod. The yin to my yang. My partner in crime. The person I sock skate across the kitchen floor with. My best friend. And I know I'm lucky to have a mom like that, cuz a lot of people don't.
You know what's great about making a furiously happy list? Once you start listing, you start thinking of more and more things that make you furiously happy. And thinking of those things makes you more furiously happy. And that? Is a very good thing.
So my darlings, what makes you furiously happy?
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