
I do—all the time. This is a blog about choosing to be happy, so you’d think I’d be advocating for following those feelings. Hey, just do what you want and let the rest slide!
I make the distinction in my book between “self-indulgent happiness” and “self-disciplined happiness.” (See the sidebar for ordering information; this section is in the first chapter.) The first rarely leads to anything lasting, although there may be a brief flare of enjoyment. So, let’s see—what have I done to waste time since starting to write this post? (Which doesn’t include what I did to waste time before I started this post):
Went ahead and finished up our subscription to The Denver Post. We had decided not to renew this year, but then they kept
I wrote last weekend about my “small, cushy adventure” at the Bible Study Fellowship area-wide conference at the Denver Convention Center. A great time of learning and blessing, And my position of being a group leader has also been a source of those same things. How did this all come about? From two very small choices. First of all, I wanted to join a daytime Bible study that fit in with my son’s then-schedule of taking the light rail to the Auraria campus for his classes. I did some online searches and found that there was a location just three miles from home with times that made it very doable for me to give him a ride.
Although I am trying to stay away from most refined carbs, that avoidance doesn’t mean that I can’t eat bread. I just eat good bread! I’ve ranted and raved about the joys of grinding your own wheat in the intro to the cookbook, so I’m not going to repeat myself here.
Hey, Gretchen and Liz! Thanks for 

This weekend Bible Study Fellowship is having its regional conference in downtown Denver, and as I write this I’m sitting in my luxurious room at the Hyatt Regency Hotel. Attending the conference isn’t really optional for group leaders, and no, BSF didn’t pay my way. I’m enjoying myself very much and learning a lot. Yesterday afternoon my husband dropped me off at the light rail station and I sat on the train thinking, “This is so much fun! It’s an adventure!” (Honestly, I did think that, or something close to it.) I didn’t come with anyone from our leadership group, and my roommate at the hotel was assigned to me and not someone I know at all. She’s nice and perfectly friendly, but she’s off with her own friends. I came with the attitude that I’d just go with the flow and see who I met up with. Here are some ideas that have occurred to me as the weekend has progressed:

