Happier at Home: Kiss More, Jump More, Abandon Self-Control, and My Other Experiments in Everyday Life

Here was a shelf of nothing but Harry Potter, here, my worn copies of the Narnia books, there, my beloved Little House books (Santa Claus brought me one volume each Christmas for nine years). The Elizabeth Enright and Edward Eager books I’d read so many times. Mary Stoltz, who didn’t get the attention she deserved. Streatfield, Barrie, Canfield, Co

What am I waiting for? What would I do if I weren’t scared? What steps would make things easier? What would I do if I had all the time and money in the world?

September’s efforts had proved to me that happiness is not having less; happiness is not having more; happiness is wanting what I have.

I were looking back at this decision, five years from now, what will I wish I’d done?

The true secret of happiness lies in the taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.

“To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise and labour tends.” That’s

A Little Princess (greatest vindication story ever), The Golden Compass (greatest animal character ever), and Little Women

I also employed the weapon of convenience by making it easy to behave the way I wanted to behave.

“Order is Heaven’s first law,” wrote Alexander Pope, and one thing that has surprised me is the significance of clutter to happiness. While positive-psychology researchers rarely address