Onto the second part of my first mission – the magical land of nod.


The plan with sleep was lights put by 10:30pm. Simple right?

Starting this while sick was an unbelievably stupid plan. Yes I went to bed early, but I was awake half the night with a stuffy nose and coughing a lung up. So despite all my good efforts was still tired and cranky in the morning. Not increasing happiness in the slightest.

If we ignore the days when I was plague ridden, this still felt like an impossible task. My natural sleep rhythm is to go to sleep at about 1:30am. However I also need 8 hours of sleep to not be a cranky pants the next day. Two facts that are completely irreconcilable with normal working hours.

Hence the trying to get to bed at a reasonable time.

Where did my plan fail I hear you ask. Two points. First is my belief that the point I decide to to go bed is the time I actually to to bed. It took me far too many nights to understand that I need about 20minutes to pack my lunch for the next day, brush my teeth, check twitter – you know, the important things. Without taking this into account I was always late for my bedtime deadline. Once I took this into account things went a little smoother.

Second point of massive crumbling failure was my storytelling brain. I don’t know what your brains do when trying to go to sleep, but mine tells stories. Don’t worry, it is nothing original. My thoughts are consumed with useless blockbuster reimaginings of things that I have read – generally with a simple plot difference. Best example I can give is Harry Potter if Harry et al were smart enough to use cellphones and email to stay in touch and organise the resistance – like Voldemort was ever going to take the time to figure out the T’s&C’s of a cellphone contract.

Interesting avenue of thought, but completely counterproductive when trying to go to sleep. I still haven’t figured out a solution for this. When the lights go out, my imagination switches on.

Even with the brain hiccup, actually getting into bed earlier means that I go to sleep earlier. Which in turn means I am a MUCH nicer person the following day (I.e. less Tube Rage).

Unless I move to a country that operates on my 1:30am schedule, I think this is going to be something that I struggle with my entire life. But I know that it increases my Happiness, so without a doubt it is worth persevering with.

Next up in my Happiness project is technology and creativity – stay tuned.


My fist mission for happiness was tackling my addiction to sugar and the three year old inside of me that just doesn’t want to go to bed.


Sugar and I are best friends. Actually, scratch that. Sugar and I are in a codependent abusive relationship. The main culprit is the sugar I have in my tea and coffee. I drink a motherload of tea during the day (a minimum of 5cups) and always treat myself to a cup of coffee. I have a teaspoon of sugar (when I say teaspoon I actually mean a teaspoon and a bit) in every cup.

Now 6 teaspoons is the exact amount recommended as a daily intake for American women. A few things to note about this:

1) I am not American
2) this is the MINIMUM amount of sugar I consume in a day, not including the candy (I will come to this in a bit) or sugars in fruit, wine, peanut butter etc
3) I’m pretty sure this is a limit rather than a ‘you need to have at least…’
4) that amount of sugar is not ideal

The second major culprit is candy/confectionary/lollies/sweets (just eliminate depending on our country of origin). I got the feeling that I was thoughtlessly eating a bundle of lollies without even pausing for thought. Turns out I was right.

If I was hungry I reached for chocolate. If I was sleepy I reached for chocolate. If I was blogging I reached for chocolate. I could go on, but essentially I was just grabbing chocolate whenever I walked past the cupboard regardless of if I actually wanted it or not.

So, what happened?

It killed me not having sugar in my hot drinks. I just prefer the taste of tea when it is sweetened. And as for coffee – if it is good I love it without sugar, if it is bad sugar covered up a multitude of sins. So my Happiness a project means I no longer go to two coffee shops within walking distance of work because their coffee is utter rubbish.

The candy was a little easier. I packed away all the Christmas treats and only had a 80% proof block of dark chocolate in the pantry. So if I felt like candy I first asked if I was thirsty/hungry/lonely/sleepy/bored and if the answer was no to all of them, I had a bit of dark chocolate. It completely broke cycle for me and meant I was only eating it if I consciously wanted it.

I thought that this was going to be the part of my project that I just stuck with for the minimum amount of time – particularly because of the heartache of non-sweetened tea. But… It has done AMAZING things for my skin. Seriously. My skin has completely changed for the better and is clearer than ever. I am going to continue with the no sugar buzz for another month or so to see if the skin is a fluke.

Newly perfect skin? A completely unintended happiness boost.

I was casually wandering through* the GDT European wildlife photographer of the year photos, when I found this beauty by Cristobal Serrano. It was the ‘Underwater world’ winner so you know it is a good image, but it really got me into a metaphorical line of thinking.

For my generation there are a hell of a lot of options out there, the certainties which have previously been set in stone are far more fluid for us. Which country will you live in? The world is your oyster. Husband and kids? Nope, not if you don’t want to. Predetermined corporate ladder? It is what you make it.

Which is why I love Serrano’s picture so much. All the options are there, but it is never as easy or straight forward as you think. Sometimes you will see the exact thing you want, and will just have to swim your heart out to get it. You could just get lazy, and get the fish of least resistance. There will always be the lucky ones, who find their perfect dinner right off. And there is always the chance you will get the answer that you never anticipated.




*By wandering through, I mean looking at on the internet on a Saturday night – its party central around here.


This is a section of the Berlin Wall which has been transported to London and is currently sitting outside the Imperial War Museum. Such a fitting piece of art for this particular segment of history.

In the last six months I have somehow ended up living this message.

I have changed jobs, changed countries, started a blog and in a couple of months time I will be starting my own business. Not always easy, but it sure does make life interesting.

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