Yesterday, I got a copy of the actual finished book of Happier at Home.
It’s the strangest feeling…it feels momentous, but I’m not sure I would describe my emotions as exactly “happy.” For one thing, I’m scared to look inside the pages for fear that the first thing I’ll see is a typo. I know this isn’t necessarily the most helpful “happiness” minded attitude, but nevertheless, that’s how I feel.
Okay, I did just look, to check out the last page. I have to say, I love the ending to this book.
And I just flipped through to look at the photographs (I took them myself, of my own home). I love adding pictures to a book. All my books have had photos, in fact, except for The Happiness Project–not sure why I didn’t include them there.
Enough for now. I don’t want to look inside anymore, but seeing it on the edge of my desk makes me happy. For the better, for the worse, it’s truly finished.
