Happiness. It’s the holy grail, the elusive pot of gold at the end of life’s rainbow, and something we all chase. But here’s the thing — what if it’s not about chasing? What if the secret lies in stopping for a moment, looking around, and simply saying, “Wow, I’m so very lucky to have this”? That’s where gratitude comes into play. It’s the unsung hero, the magic ingredient, the secret sauce that makes everything a little bit brighter. And guess what? It’s backed by science. So let’s take a fun and engaging dive into the gratitude-happiness connection, sprinkled with a pinch of wit and British charm! I’m summarising some of my previous blogs about the science and basics of Gratitude because I feel since the January 2025, things have not gone as planned and we’ve all forgotten the basics, that includes me. It’s been a very stressful few months as I’ve packed and moved countries!
Read more: Happiness Always Starts with Gratitude: Your Pocket-Sized Secret to Joy
We’ve all done it, haven’t we? That little game of ‘I’ll be happy when...’ You know, when life is supposed to magically fall into place once you check off some arbitrary milestone.
And on and on it goes.
My dear friend, gather 'round, for I have a tale to tell — a tale of self-discovery, bold decisions, with a sprinkle of sass. It's a story that resonates with anyone who's ever felt the need to pivot, to change course, and to reclaim their narrative. It's about understanding that walking away isn't about imparting lessons to others but embracing the lessons we've learned ourselves.
We've all been there, haven't we? Stuck in situations that no longer serve us, clinging to relationships, jobs, or places out of sheer habit or fear of the unknown. But there comes a moment — a glorious, liberating moment — when we realise that staying put is no longer an option. It's not about punishing others or making grand statements; it's about honouring ourselves.
Read more: I Don’t Walk Away to Teach People a Lesson. I Walk Away Because I Finally Learned Mine!
Hello, my beautiful friend!
So, you’ve been ghosted? Oh, honey, pull up a chair, grab a cuppa (or a cheeky glass of wine), and let’s dissect this absurd little phenomenon with the level of sass and wisdom it deserves
Moving – eek. It’s a chore and a half, but moving abroad? That’s a whole different level of madness.
After 22 years in Ontario, Canada, the universe gave me a nudge. And by nudge, I mean a full-blown shove. It was time to go home — back to London, England.
Read more: Moving Madness: Adrenaline, Friendship, and 100+ Boxes of Chaos