What a happiness jar can teach us about resilience, hope & gratitude

Finance, Relationships, The happiness project, Wellbeing

At the end of 2016 my mother-in-law suggested I start a ‘happiness jar’ and it’s one of the best resolutions I’ve ever made.

The principle is simple – it’s an effective way to remind yourself about all the good things in life, which can so easily be forgotten about when you’re thrown a curveball. In 2017 my husband and I experienced perhaps the toughest year in our decade long relationship, and our ‘happiness jar’ taught us a lot about resilience, hope, and gratitude.

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Can deleting Facebook make you happier?

The happiness project

A few months ago, after a couple of glasses of red wine and an evening of healthy debate, I took the somewhat shallow plunge and deleted Facebook (from my phone). I deleted Facebook for a number of reasons; 1) to become more productive, 2) to improve the way I communicate with people, and 3) to see if less social media would make me happier.

Discovering the art of self-love

The Ambitionist lifestyle, The happiness project, Wellbeing
Esteem; we all know what it means, we all have people around us whom we admire, respect and hold in high regard. Why, then, do we have such a high tendency towards hating ourselves? Especially, when it comes to our physical self? 

Valentine’s Day doesn’t represent modern love

The Ambitionist lifestyle

I’m a hopeless romantic. I tell my boyfriend that I love him every day. We have pet names. I love, love; I adore it. And I truly believe that without love this world would be a pretty miserable place. So you may be surprised to hear that I actually think Valentine’s Day – or at least our Western, commercialised version – is vacuous, self-indulgent and materialistic. As well as being a self-confessed romantic, I also like to think of myself as a modern woman – independent, career driven and moral. For me Valentine’s Day is the antithesis of all these things, so much so that Valentine’s Day is as much about anti-love as it is about those hideous Clinton’s Tatty teddy bears, sickly chocolates and petrol station flowers.