Thanks, David Beckham!

There’s something in my life that makes me  really, really  happy although I hardly ever give it much thought – my job.

I’m a freelance writer/editor and I’m one of the few lucky people who happen to be in a line of work they love.

This point was brought home to me when one of my editors sent me an email this morning. She wanted me to write a fashion snippet that involved watching a 30-second underwear ad featuring David Beckham – first thing in the morning! It was a pleasant eyeful to say the least and I’m not even a Beckham fan.

Here’s what I was ‘forced’ to watch for work:

All the happiness books I’ve read and self-help gurus I’ve heard go on and on about being grateful for the little things to create more joy in your life. So, today, I’m grateful for David Beckham and his H&M ad ; )

I never thought I’d say this but thanks David!


Why Alessandra Ambrosio Doesn’t Make Me Happy

Right, I’ve started my hypnosis therapy using Paul McKenna’s CD as mentioned in my previous post.

I can’t tell if it’s working yet ‘coz I just started it last night and then again this morning (you’re supposed to listen to it once in the morning and once at night). However, I must say that it’s intriguing. McKenna has a bit of a creepy voice and it took some getting used to especially on stereo but the whole CD is basically him telling you what an awesome human being you are… for nearly 30 minutes straight.

Don’t know about anyone else but I don’t think I’ve ever had the experience of having someone go on about the wonder that is Me for 30 minutes straight. So, I have to say that it’s a pretty pleasant experience.

That said, the ‘warm and fuzzy’ effects didn’t last long as I discovered this morning….

I was still feeling rather thrilled about myself after listening to the CD when I made the mistake of checking my Facebook News Feed.  I found this dratted question posed by one of my male friends:

“How do regular women feel when confronted with the likes of Alessandra Ambrosio?”

If you’re unfamiliar with the world of Victoria’s Secret models, this what Alessandra looks like:

My post-hypnosis happy mood instantly took a plunge.

I took offense with the FB question for 3 reasons:

1) The guy mentioned ‘regular’ women. I suppose he means women who aren’t Victoria’s Secret models are somehow ordinary/lesser?

2) I realized that when I compare myself to Alessandra, I feel like an exceptionally short, dumpy troll.

3) I read the comments in response to his question. One woman wrote she feels fat and the other one just wrote – fugly. The question was spreading misery all over the place

Now, I’m sure my friend didn’t intend to drag anyone down but he managed to do it anyway. I, for one, never would have thought to compare myself to a Brazilian-bombshell-supermodel-perfect woman if it wasn’t for him.

The good news is, there’s scientific proof that this guy’s question definitely belongs in the Anti-Happiness category. Studies show that upward comparisons (comparing yourself to someone more beautiful, richer, funnier, smarter) is disastrous to happy feelings. The bad news is that knowing this interesting bit of data did nothing to elevate my mood at the time.

Fortunately, all was not lost. I’m pleased to report that even though I felt awful, I managed to refrain from ranting and raving about the question to my unsuspecting husband, The Engineer (something that I would have done without a second thought before I started my Journey To Happiness Experiment).

Instead, I stayed silent. I did wonder if I should comment with a scathing “the same way you would feel when confronted with the likes of say…Tom Cruise or Leonardo Di Caprio” and then promptly unfriend him but I refrained. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my Happiness Book Collection it’s to ignore something you don’t like and move on rather than dwell on it, give it more energy and drive yourself crazy in the process.

All in all, I managed to recover pretty quickly (I’d say within 10 minutes – a huge plus for me) and was back to my post-hypnosis glow once again. Hmmm….maybe McKenna’s CD works after all…..

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