It was pointed out to me recently that in the sunlight of the #metoo campaign that has been sweeping the world in recent months (whether intended or just accidentally misinterpreted) the lyrics of “Baby It’s Cold Outside” come across as more than a little old fashioned and a bit casual about implied assault.
Here we go again… December is Blog-Every-Day Month. No guidelines. No rules. No set topic. No nothing no how. Just an article with at least one complete sentence, every day…
December 14… because now look Joe… I want a big one. Big…see… I, I don’t want one for one night. I want something for a thousand and one nights. With plenty of room here for labels from…
For the record, the pursuit of big ideas are why I set out on this blogging journey, and why I refuse to give up quite yet.
There is a page on this blog that has collected over forty THOUSAND views. Isn’t that crazy? Not many of the things I have done in my life has ever had forty thousand people interested in it.
(Admittedly, they are probably coming to check out the idea rather than the results, but nevertheless, they are coming. And I’ve got some work to do to keep it all going.)
Regular readers of this blog will recall that each year, just before the clock strikes midnight on New Years Eve, I press the publish button on my most epic post of the year. Most people probably skim it over and otherwise ignore it, but for me it’s become the result of a reflective, contemplative, meditative and (sometimes even) prognosticative few weeks I spend each year compiling it all.
It’s the New Years List.
And apparently at least 40,000 people are interested in that idea.
This will be my eleventh year partaking in this little exercise. Eleven years ago some now-long-dark blog that I used to read published one of those viral fill-in-the-blanks questions-and-answers lists. What was your favorite blank of the year or did you fall in love this year or what such-and-such will remind you of 2003? She filled it all in, and then she invited her readers to play along: here’s the blank list, now post your own and keep the thing going.
I guess I have. The list has evolved, of course. The original was very shallow and veered into things like celebrity crushes and other crap like that, so I’ve changed it over that time. I’ve also been adding and tweaking questions each year, and each year my answers grow a little longer, too. But I’ve kept that story going. Bigger, longer, and for a thousand and one nights and some more as well. It’s become my wonderful New Years Tradition, even if it takes me a couple weeks worth of thinking and writing to compile beforehand.
Those weeks begin for me… uh, now. And though not many of those forty thousand curious eyes have ever bothered to share their versions with me, I always try to do the right thing and pass along the meme: thus, the list is refreshed. The game is afoot. And if you have a blog –or even just an old napkin to scribble on– you are most definitely welcome to play along. No go… make something big.
In many ways “being happy” is an illusion. You may have noticed that I’ve been following along with that yet-another-internet-meme called #100happydays wherein you tweet or write or update your status with 100 things that make you feel happy over 100 days. Though some might be inclined to superficially argue the point, usually I’m not one to jump on the internet meme bandwagon. Well, I’ll concede that I do… occasionally… but when I do it’s with purpose. See, I’ve had a couple good years. Happy years. And then it’s been punctuated by a couple rotten months. Or… then… well, at some point in your life you realize that happiness is not an event or a goal or an achievement that you obtain. It is not an object. It is not contained in something. It is not granted, given, bought, won, or found. Happiness by those definitions is an illusion, and like any illusion something that might tease you from a distance, but something that will be impossible to acquire by chasing it. Instead, I think this #100happydays has a deeper point: happiness, whatever happiness is, can only be measured as a state of mind. You have happiness in retrospect, by pausing for a moment out of your hour, day, or year to say: “Yeah…. that was good.” And that’s all there is. So, why not embrace it?