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In Case Others Were Curious …

18 Jan

The why?

I was asked the why the other day.

Why did you start the blog in the first place, and why did you name it “The Wish Factor”.

What is that? Who does that? I thought it was pretty self-explanatory, but then realized well maybe not.

Why did I call it that?

For moments like these:

For when you realized that you’ve lost your job and it was a freelance gig, I mean you weren’t even on staff and they had to let you go because of funding, you wish you had another life.

For when you realized you had to move into your parents’ place and you are 36 years old. You are a grown-ass woman and you had to move in and relive the dysfunctional drama of your teenage years all because your future landlord decided not to be your landlord because his wife’s cousin’s sister-in-law needed the place and you hadn’t secured the lease. You wish you had another life.

For when one of your ten-year college reunion questionnaires reaches you via mail, and you realize everyone else is a CEO, VP, Senior Executive, or President with business cards and corner offices with giant windows and you … you are 36 years old and Head of toilet scrubbing, pants folding, dinner cooking, story reading, pamper changing, and Lego building. You wish you had more to write down.

For when it’s 10 o’clock at night and there are seven Dr. Brown Baby Bottles sitting on top of the counter smelling of stale milk, while your dude sits on the couch, eating Doritos, and watching the Golf Channel, knowing full well that it is his turn to handle the Palmolive duties. But apparently he thinks he is suffering from Fibromyalgia, which apparently is selective in nature and happens only when the dishes need washing, so you just sigh and so wish you were somewhere else.

For times like these:



Pretty self-explanatory.

But as I continued with this blogging project, I realized that The Wish Factor was no longer an action, a verb. It was no longer defined as wishing. It was something else. It became comedy, humor, funny. Finding the funny. This had become my Wish Factor … my X Factor for getting through the bad hands that life kept dealing on the table. The Wish Factor had redefined itself and I guess I was glad it had. The perspective changed and I may be better for it.

I may not even need chocolate …

Well let’s not get carried away. Chocolate has always been essential here, like breathing. It’s always been part of the journey, and as this journey came to an end, I realized maybe The Wish Factor definition wasn’t so clear. So for what it’s worth, that’s the why? And since this Guatacular journey celebrated its first anniversary this week, 365+ days of continuous writing, I’m happy to report that I’ll probably be taking the weekend off. But I’ll be back on Monday.


Saturday Night Live Eyes and Melissa McCarthy Make Great Pick-Me-Up Moments

20 Aug


Finding the funny. Sometimes this can be difficult when suffering bouts of malaise, or damn near impossible when dealing with your dysfunctional family who pushes you over the edge. Perspective takes time … at least 24 hours. When dealing with relationships, it could take weeks, months or years.

So how do I find the funny?

As I was researching the internet for another personal project I happen to run into some great piece of advice.

“Rewrite your worst days as Saturday Night Live skits.” — Corrie Pikul

I’ve never heard of Corrie, but I think she is pretty badass for coining this phrase. Would I have loved  Will Ferrell to star with me? I mean his cowbell and cheerleader skits made for side-splitting laughter. Molly Shannon as Mary Catherine Gallagher … priceless. Or perhaps encountering Dana Carvey’s church lady or Chris Farley’s dirty dancing adventure with Patrick Swayze … c’mon now. My relationships, career, and run-ins with jackasses would be less stressful if I saw these experiences through Saturday Night Live Eyes.

However after reading this, I realized that I unconsciously do this Saturday Night Live skit from time to time. I rewrite the disasters of the day to include some comedic aspect, just so that I can move on and not become bitter. Seeing this quote in print made me more aware of the situation, so I bookmarked the page and decided it would be one of my mantras — helping me through those special family times or instances where I want to push my significant other out of a moving vehicle — a speeding vehicle.

But sometimes the funny doesn’t come right away and you dive into the rocky road ice cream. The next day comes and you repeat your chocolatey fifteen thousand calories snack. You could probably empty the case at Baskin Robbins, but you could also search for other people’s funny moments and that laughter can help you out a little.

And although rocky road is an amazing mood changer, this moment made for a great pick-me-up.

I’m glad I don’t wear Spanx, because I can see this happening to someone like myself.




Woo-Hoo For Happy Accidents

25 May

Inspiration. It hits you when you least expect it. 

I often find it in many of my rock-bottom moments. I live by the Lero-Lero Factor, so I most definitely find it when people tell me it can’t be done. But the other day, I found it in the simple sentences on the computer screen.

TBM and the 50 Year Project they’re undergoing sort of lit a fire under my ass. I came across the blog this week and that sort of coincided with my Happiness Project Debut. Serendipitous moment indeed.

I’ve always liked that word. Serendipity. The accidental discovery of something pleasant. In my experience accidents are never pleasant, but on the rare occasion that it does happen–that one time, that one percent out of ninety-nine– I think to myself … you need a great word to describe something like this and that’s probably the reason why the word was invented. It’s one of the great ones.

Anyhow as I came across TBM’s About Page I saw it: “… refocus my negative energy into positive thoughts and inspiration.”

I thought yeah! I need me some of that. Everyone in life has got issues, I’ve got plenty, but I don’t really voice them in the blog. I try to find humor in daily blowouts, successes, and unbearable situations. Humor is what gets me through most of the time.  But  sometimes comedy is hard. So I thought I would combine it with my own Happiness Project, and when I read TBM’s blog I thought wow. I need to do this STAT!

So I’m launching it this weekend. The Summer of The Guat.

But let me back track. I know some people are probably thinking: What the hell is a Happiness Project. I wrote about it briefly a couple of weeks ago when I got an email about books on happiness. And I thought to myself: What the hell? Can they see my suck-ass-jump-off-a-cliff days through these fiber optic wires on the Toshiba  computer’s camera-less screen? Is that why I got the list of these books?


Image via Amazon.com

To be fair, I had heard of  Gretchen Rubin, the author of  The Happiness Project, before I got the email. I came across her book while I was hanging at Barnes & Nobles. Yeah I hang at book stores from time to time.

It chronicles a year in her life and her quest at finding happiness or how to be happier in her current life. It’s like Elizabeth Gilbert‘s Eat, Pray, Love without traveling across the world. It’s trying to find happiness in your own everyday crazy hectic life while living in a small apartment in a big city. Although I loved Gilbert’s book, I sure as hell didn’t have money to travel to three countries in one year.

So this week is the “getting started” phase. Just as TBM narrowed her list to thoroughly enjoying: traveling, reading, and watching movies (something I think is truly awesome) I must come up with my own list of what makes me feel good, gives me joy, energy and fun? What makes me feel right?

Although I will be making my own list, TBM’s top three definitely make it to the getting started phase of my Happiness Project. So I’m off in deep thought and in deep comedy to launch the project. Hope you enjoy what’s to come.

Giddy up!