- Welcome to 1000 Awesome Things!
- #1 Anything you want it to be
- #2 Stopping to remember how lucky we are to be here right now
- #3 The farthest corners of your mind
- #4 Today
- #5 Collapsing into bed when you’re completely, massively exhausted
- #6 The last day of school
- #7 That feeling in your stomach after a really big dump
- #8 Looking back, smiling, and saying thanks
- #9 Crossing off the last item on your list
Hey everyone,My name is Neil and you've stumbled on my blog 1000 AWESOME THINGS.
I wrote an entry on this site for 1000 straight weekdays from 2008 to 2012 while processing the loss of my marriage and a close friend. This blog was my home, my community, and in a lot of ways, my therapy. After this post went viral, the site exploded and won Best Blog in the World two years in a row, scoring over 50 million hits, turning into a series of books, and getting me invited to do a TED Talk, speak to royal families, and travel around the world talking about the power of optimism.
Although it sounds exotic and sexy, it honestly became too much. I lost forty pounds due to stress and wasn't EATING OR SLEEPING well during this time. I was processing those losses and working a full-time job at Walmart the whole time -- writing every night, writing every weekend, saying no to every invitation, relationship, and "outside the blog" opportunity that came my way. Eventually, I wised up and shifted from OBSERVING SIMPLE PLEASURES TO SIMPLY LIVING THEM. I started saying yes. I started dating again. I started reconnecting. And I eventually met someone new.
Leslie is a public school teacher in Toronto and we slowly fell in love, started dating, moved into together, and got married -- and then on the flight home from our honeymoon (on the actual airplane) she told me she was pregnant. That got me writing again! For the next nine months I wrote a 300-PAGE LETTER to my unborn child on how to live a happy life. I knew it wasn't related to success. I had success! And seen many successful people. But I knew I wasn't necessarily happy and neither were they. That letter became my new book _The Happiness Equation_ which came out this year.
Now in my life I'm focused on new projects like The Institute for Global Happiness, speaking about positive mindset, and most importantly, raising a family with Leslie. As I write this our first son is two years old and we just welcomed our second son into the world. This is all why a few months ago I decided to finally quit my job at Walmart and live by the adage: "THE LONGER YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH UNDER WATER THE MORE INTERESTING PLACE YOU'LL COME UP."
Life is random, chaotic, tiny short miracle. We've got around 30,000 DAYS TOGETHER TOTAL. For 1000 of those days this was my home and it's where I began my journey towards finding happiness in my own life. You have my promise to always keep this site up, keep it running, and keep it ad-free. The full archive is here, supporting resources are here, and if you'd like to chat further feel free to drop me a line at the email address below.Thanks for reading,
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Over dinner one night my dad started telling me about his first day in Canada. It was 1968 and he was twenty-three, arriving on a plane with EIGHT DOLLARS in his pocket to start a new life by himself in a country he had never visited. "A community group had a welcome dinner for new immigrants," he started excitedly "And they had a big table of food!" I was unimpressed. "A table of food," I agreed flatly while staring straight ahead and flipping past baseball highlights on TV. "A table of food,” he continued. “Basically Neil, all the presentation of the picnic food on the table, I didn’t recognize. There were two or three kinds of salad. Potato salad, MACARONI SALAD, maybe coleslaw. Probably four different kinds of sandwiches, ham sandwich, turkey sandwich, chicken sandwich, roast beef sandwich. Then there were the main courses they called it, you know, tuna casserole? Then the desserts was pies. Which I never seen pies before.” I put down the remote and glanced at him cock-eyed. Behind the thick, boxy glasses, I could see his eyes darting wildly. “How did you know what everything was?” “My brother was there, so I will ask him and he told me whatever it is. The trays of cold cuts was different, instead of regular chicken they have sliced them, sometimes they have them rolled with the toothpick in them. I had never seen cold cuts before, I seen chicken in chicken form, but not rolled up. Same for cheese… some were in slices, some of them in squares.” “What did you eat?” I asked. “I ate everything, that’s the only way to get to know! That’s how you get exposed when you don’t know, just try different things. I can’t believe how many things you can get here!” My dad would take me to the grocery store and marvel at the signs beside every fruit. He was fascinated that pineapples came from Costa Rica and kiwis were shipped from NEW ZEALAND. Sometimes he came home and opened an atlas to find out where the countries were. "Somebody brought dates from Morocco and dropped them five minutes from the home." He’d just smile and shake his head. But if I really stop to think about it, a lot had to happen before we could be here right now. A lot had to happen before we could buy bananas from Ecuador and eat turkey cold cuts, before we could scroll through blogs about warm underwear and cool pillows, before we learned to read anything at all, before we grew tall, before we could talk, before we could walk, before we were even born… SO LET’S STOP FOR A SECOND AND PULL BACK. LET’S PULL WAY, WAY, WAY, WAY BACK. Okay. You used to be a sperm. Now don't get self conscious. We all used to be sperm. Check out the period at the end of this sentence. That tiny little dot is around 600 microns wide. When you were a sperm you were about 40 microns wide. And you were so cute back then too with your LITTLE TAIL wagging all over the place and your love of swimming. Boy could you swim. In fact if you hadn't outswum your siblings, you might be a slightly different version of yourself right now. Maybe you'd have a higher-pitched laugh, HAIRIER ARMS, or stand two inches shorter. You had a great life as a sperm but always felt incomplete. The truth is you weren’t whole until you met an egg. And then you two began a nine month project to make a cool new version of you. It took a while but you grew arms and legs and eyeballs and lungs. You grew nerves and nails and eardrums and tongues. For a sperm to meet an egg it means your mom met your dad. But it's not just them. Think about how many people had to meet, fall in love, and make love for you to be here. Here's the answer: A lot. Like A LOT a lot. Before they had you, none of your ancestors drowned in a pond, got strangled by a python, or skied into a tree. None of your ancestors choked on a peach pit, were trampled by buffalo, or got their tie stuck in an assembly line. None of your ancestors was a virgin. You are the most MODERN, BRIGHTEST SPARK of years and years and years of survivors who all had to meet each other in order to eventually make you. Your nineteenth century Grandma met your nineteenth century Grandpa down at the candle-making shoppe. She liked his muttonchops and he thought she looked cute churning butter. Your Middle Ages Grandpa met your Middle Ages Grandma while they both poured hot oil from the castle turrets on PILLAGING VIKINGS. She liked his grunts and he thought the flowers in her hair made her heaving bosoms jump out. Your Ice Age Grandpa crossing the Bering Bridge in a woolly mammoth fur met your Ice Age Grandma dragging a club in the opposite direction. He liked her SABER-TOOTH NECKLACE and she dug his unibrow. Your ancient rainforest Grandpa was picking berries naked in the bush while your ancient rainforest Grandma was spearing dodos for dinner. She liked his JUNGLE FUNK and he liked her cave drawings. If it wasn’t for the picnic they had afterwards, maybe you wouldn't be here. You're pretty lucky all those people met, fell in love, made love, had babies, and raised them into other people who did it all over again. This happened over and over and over again for you to be here. Look around the plane, coffee shop, or park right now. Look at your husband snoring in bed, your girlfriend watching TV, or your sister playing in the backyard. YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY LUCKY PEOPLE. They are all the result of long lines of survivors. So you're a survivor, too. You’re the latest and greatest. You’re the top of the line. You’re the very best nature has to offer. But a lot had to happen before all your strong, fiery ancestors met each other and fell in love over and over again for hundreds of thousands of years … SO LET’S STOP FOR A SECOND AND PULL BACK AGAIN. LET’S PULL WAY, WAY, WAY, WAY BACK. Okay. Let’s go on a field trip. Put your shoes on because we’re heading outside. Take a bowling ball and drop it on the edge of your driveway. That's our Sun. Yeah, the ball is only eight inches across and the actual Sun is EIGHT HUNDRED THOUSAND MILES across but that's our scale for this little brainwave. Okay, now walk down your street ten big paces and drop a grain of salt on your neighbor's lawn. THAT'S MERCURY. Take nine more paces down the street and drop a peppercorn for Venus. And then take another seven paces, so you're now TWO OR THREE HOUSES down the block, and toss down another peppercorn. You got it. That peppercorn is Earth. Here we are, basking in the blazing sun, twenty-six big steps away from the bowling ball. Our giant planet is just a tiny speck in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE but here's the crazy part: It gets a whole lot bigger. If you keep walking, Mars is only couple more houses away, but Jupiter ends up NINETY-FIVE BIG PACES down the street, out of the neighborhood, and halfway to the corner store. By now a dog is probably slobbering in the bowling ball finger holes and kids are flying by you on their bikes, slurping DRIPPY POPSICLES, and wondering what’s up with this nut tossing crumbs on the sidewalk, acting out some demented suburban version of Hansel and Gretel. If you want to finish up our solar system, you’re going to have to start taking two- and three-hundred paces for the remaining planets, eventually dropping a grain of salt for Pluto HALF A MILE away from the bowling ball. You can’t see the bowling ball with binoculars and it’s getting cold out for your long walk home. But here’s the crazier part: That’s just OUR solar system. That’s just OUR bunch of rocks flying around OUR big bright bowling ball star. Turns out our big bright star and all its salt and peppercorns are racing around a cosmic race track with TWO HUNDRED BILLION other big bright bowling ball stars. You’d have to cover the entire Earth with bowling balls EIGHT THOUSAND TIMES to represent the number of stars in our race track. Did we mention this race track has a name? Yup, it’s called the Milky Way galaxy, presumably because the scientists who first noticed it were all eating delicious _Milky Way_ candy bars late that Friday night down at the telescopes. So basically our bowling ball, salt, and peppercorns are flying in the fast lane around a ridiculously giant race track galaxy called the Milky Way with billions and billions of other bowling balls, salt grains, and peppercorns, too. But are you ready for the craziest part: THAT’S JUST OUR GALAXY. Guess how many giant racetrack galaxies are in all of outer space? Oh, not many. JUST MORE THAN WE CAN POSSIBLY COUNT. Honestly, nobody knows how many galaxies are out there in the big blackness. All we know is that every few years somebody stares out a little further and finds millions more of them just shining way out in the void. We don’t know how deep it goes because our rocketships don’t blast off that far and our thickest, fattest telescopes can’t see that far. Now, all this space talk might make us feel small and insignificant, but here’s the thing, here’s the big thing, here’s the biggest thing of all: OF THE MILLIONS OF PLACES WE'VE EVER SEEN IT APPEARS AS THOUGH EARTH IS THE ONLY PLACE THAT CAN SUPPORT LIFE. The only place! Oh sure, there could be other life-giving planets we haven't seen yet, but the point is that Earth could easily have been a clump of sulphur gas, be lying in darkness forever, or have a winter that dips a couple hundred degrees and lasts twenty years like Uranus. On this planet Earth, the only one in the giant dark blackness where anything can live, we ended up being HUMANS. Congratulations, us! We are the ONLY species on the ONLY life-giving rock capable of love and magic, architecture and agriculture, jewelry and democracy, airplanes and highway lanes. We’re the only ones with interior design and horoscope signs, fashion magazines and house party scenes, horror flicks with monsters, guitar jams at concerts. We got books, buffets and radio waves, wedding brides and roller coaster rides, clean sheets and good movie seats, bakery air and rain hair, bubble wrap and illegal naps. We got all that. But people, listen up. WE ONLY GET A HUNDRED YEARS TO ENJOY IT. I’m sorry but it’s true. Every single person you know will be dead in a hundred years -- the foreman at your plant, the cashiers at your grocery store, every teacher you’ve ever had, anyone you’ve ever woken up beside, all the kids on your street, every baby you’ve ever held, every bride who’s walked down the aisle, every TELEMARKETER who's called you at dinner, every politician in every country, every actor in every movie, everyone who’s cut you off on the highway, everyone in the room you’re sitting in right now, everyone you love, and you. Life is so great that we only get a tiny moment to enjoy everything we see. And that moment is right now. And that moment is counting down. And that moment is always, always fleeting. You will never be as young as you are RIGHT NOW. So whether you’re enjoying your first toothpicked turkey cold cuts and marveling at apples from South Africa, dreaming of strange and distant relatives from thousands of years ago, or staring into the blackness of DEEP, DEEP SPACE, just remember how lucky we all are to be here right now. If you feel that sense of wonder and beauty in all the tiny joys in life then you’re part of an international band of old souls and optimists, smiling on sidewalks, dancing at weddings, and flipping to the other side of the pillow. Let’s all high five and keep thinking wild thoughts, DREAMING BIG DREAMS, and laughing loud laughs. Thank you so much for reading this blog. And thank you for being AWESOME! 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It's where the wild things are. See, we'll never really know HOW FAR THE UNIVERSE FLIES but maybe we should be wondering how far our minds go inside. Because when you let your thoughts run free … they bounce all over the place. When your brain slips into the basement … it zooms to outer space. And when we see you thinking deeply … we see love all over your face. WHAT'S IN THE FAR CORNERS OF YOUR MIND? Is it a wild idea you've been itching to try? Is it time you finally asked out that guy? Is it a business you know you should have started last year? A scary thought about switching careers? Or a dull ache and pain that won't heal till you see her? Let the far corners of your mind to take you closer, take you farther, and take you away. Yes, let the marbles roll till the table ends, LET THE LIGHTS GET BRIGHT NEAR THE EDGE OF THE BEND, and let those whispering voices just start screaming again. AWESOME! Thank you to Rothesay, New Brunswick for picking The Book of (Even More) Awesome as their town read! Photo from: etnaboris The post #3 The farthest corners of your mind appeared first on 1000 Awesome Things.
Today's the greatest day you've ever lived. Today's the only day you've ever lived. The past is gone, THE FUTURE IS FAR, nothing else matters, except where you are. AWESOME! _The Happiness Equation _is currently #1 overall on the Globe Int'l bestseller list! Photo from: here The post #4 Today appeared first on 1000 Awesome Things.
Burn, baby, burn. Life's not long and we only got so many moments we're wide awake. So take, take, take -- grab that run at sunrise, laugh with baby before the door, CLOCK INTO WORK WITH ENERGY, and clock out looking for more. Run to that soccer practice, grab ICE CREAM when it ends, stir up a recipe the slow way, and finish by connecting with a friend. Bomb's ticking, CLOCK'S CLICKING, you're going underground soon. So before you die MAKE SURE YOU TRY to squeeze every drop from your days. Run till you bleed, LOVE TILL SHE LEAVES, power up with passion and fire. Give it your best, FORGET ALL THE REST, and collapse at the end of the day. AWESOME! _The Happiness Equation _is currently #1 overall on the Globe Int'l bestseller list! Photo from: here The post #5 Collapsing into bed when you're completely, massively exhausted appeared first on 1000 Awesome Things.
My friend Jason had a tradition. Every year on the last day of school he'd stop on the bridge over the creek on his walk home, pop open all his three-hole binders, and dump and shake all his PEN-SCRAWLED NOTES and sticker-covered tests into the bubbling rapids below. Somehow the sight of the sheets SOAKING UP AND SMEARING THE INK and then drowning and drifting away gave him the therapeutic closure he needed before summer officially began. Although we didn't all celebrate by POLLUTING LOCAL WATERWAYS, the day always had so much meaning. I don't know about you but our school board didn't spring for air-conditioning, figuring we could make it through a few hot weeks before summer break. So as the cold winter thawed into muggy summer days, the heat just sank and stank, despite pleading windows propped open with dog-eared textbooks and PLASTIC YELLOW RULERS. As that last day approached, a certain smell drifted from all the backpacks, lockers, and gym closets, too. It was a musty combination of dodgeball rubber, CHEAP FLOOR POLISH, and acne medication, complemented by a fine sprinkling of locker mold. But that heat sure did bring some excitement, too. Calendar days flipped by and teachers taught with a little more pep, HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENTS got lighter, and projects deadlines came and went. Tank tops came out as flip-flops CLIP-CLOPPED up and down the hallway -- with everybody locking eyes, smiling big smiles, and waiting patiently for that beautiful last day to finally come. And then one day … it did. And it sure whipped by in a whirlwind. Maybe your teacher brought a batch of HOMEMADE BROWNIES in a heavy glass tray and everybody sliced a square with a plastic knife while passing around yearbooks and watching a movie with no educational value whatsoever. Maybe you wrote exams early so half the class skipped while the rest come for board games, STUDENTS VS. TEACHERS BASEBALL, or just to collect report cards. Maybe you were graduating and spent the afternoon KICKING PEBBLES in the parking lot while chatting about all the moments you were going to miss as you moved on. There was your first cigarette, THE TUBA INCIDENT, and the hallway drama of prom season. Making plans for pool parties, SUMMER BIRTHDAYS, and sleeping in every morning gives you a great rush and as you walk home with that PEN-SCRATCHED YEARBOOK in your light and baggy backpack, you curl your lips into a tight smile and stare way off into the distances… thinking tall thoughts … and dreaming big dreams … to fill those beautifully wide open spaces. AWESOME! _Thank you for making The Book of Awesome a bestseller for over 200 weeks! It's back on the bestseller list this week over SEVEN YEARS_ _since publishing in 2010! Check it out!_ Photos from: here, here, here, and here The post #6 The last day of school appeared first on 1000 Awesome Things.
We're all just twisted messes. Sure, you might look fine in your PLEATED PANTS and your frilly dresses, but beneath all that we're just twisted messes. Brown slippery organs, BRITTLE BONES, and bubbling blood cramp every tight little space in your body's homeplace, fool. Sometimes you can't help feel stuffed. Yes, sometimes you can't help notice how cramped, full, and heavy you feel -- after a long night at the bar or a couple BIG MAC MEALS. When you're carrying a big load and dragging that heavy sack I'm saying nothing feels as good as getting home… and getting unpacked. Yes, that feeling in your stomach after a really big dump feels like you're suddenly reborn into a new, improved version of yourself. Your stomach muscles twist "thank you" waves, your brain floats sky high, and RANDY "MACHO MAN" SAVAGE'S theme song trumpet-blasts in your head as you wash your hands, smile in the mirror, and return to the dinner table with a big smile pasted on your face. AWESOME! -- Frank Warren does it again! Join me at an upcoming showing of PostSecret The Show! - Neil The post #7 That feeling in your stomach after a really big dump appeared first on 1000 Awesome Things.
This is the end, beautiful friend. Late next week 1000 AWESOME THINGS will hit #1 and we'll have finished four years counting down one awesome thing every weekday. So… like Luke Skywalker's triumphant final battle against the FISH MONSTERS, the Jamaican bobsled team's mighty last-second push to capture gold in '88, and Milli Vanilli's final sold-out show in Wembley Stadium, so too is my time writing about AWESOME THINGS climaxing in one last blaze of glory. Four years have gone by like that _SNAP_ and now I'm forced to picture life without STEAMING BURRITOS wrapped in paper towel on my keyboard, piercing migraines in the morning from staying up too late, and getting together with a group of friends AROUND THE WORLD every day to talk about rusty see-saws, glue movies, and almost names. It's time to look back, smile, and say thanks … To MIKE JONES, for so many stories and ideas over the past four years. You'll always be my Superman. To FRANK WARREN OF POSTSECRET, thank you for running the best blog out there and still finding time to help me along the way. You have contributed so much to the world and are a true inspiration. To DREW CURTIS OF FARK.COM, thank you for believing in old, dangerous playground equipment. To WIRES, thank you for connecting my computer to people around the world. You turn classy, sophisticated thoughts into pixels and words -- filling minds and connecting strangers. You ask for so little and give us so much, wires. To readers and commenters who are the soul of the 1000 Awesome Things community, especially FREDDO, JDURLEY, LAURA, BEKAH, KATHY, WENDY, SIMONE, LOVETHEBADGUY, TRIXIERIX, and GALILEO. I've read every single one of your comments and laughed so many times. I'll see you at the Nutella bar at Freddo's afterparty. To the journalists who have written, spoken, and shared stories about 1000 Awesome Things, thank you for being Apostles of Awesome. Special thanks to MISTY HARRIS, NANCY WHITE, ROGER ASHBY, MARILYN DENNIS, DARREN LAMB, and DINA PUGLIESE. To LOUIS SACHER, DAVID SEDARIS, and BILL WATTERSON, thank you for getting a kid excited about writing. To NACHOS, thank you for being my dinner a couple hundred times, after I got home late from work and needed to write tomorrow's awesome thing. I love you so much, nachos. To CHAD UPTON, nobody has supported 1000 Awesome Things like you -- from editing photos, submitting links, and sending ideas all hours of the day. You are a truly awesome friend. Thanks for saying yes to this blog. To CHRIS KIM, you didn't get to see this site win awards, score book deals, or get millions of hits. You just called me every couple days when I started the thing to tell me you liked it. Somehow that's the most important thing of all. Thanks to the many great teachers I've had over the years, especially MR. OLSON, MS. EALES, AJAY AGRAWAL, MIKE WHEELER, and ANDRé PEROLD. Special thanks to MRS. DORSMAN for pushing me out of my shell in third grade. To MOM, DAD, NINA, DEE, and LESLIE, thank you for your patience, ideas, and love through it all. To everyone who has ever read, blogged, emailed, Spacebooked or Pintweeted any post from 1000 Awesome Things around the electronical intertubes, thank you sincerely for your support. To WORDPRESS, thank you so much for hosting my site from Day 1. You give people all over the world a voice. (To start your own free blog, just like I did, click here.) Finally, thank you to you. YES, YOU! I'm talking about you! You, the person staring at this computer. You, the person who just read the word poo. I mean you. Nobody else. You! Thank you so much … for reading this sentence. Thank you for giving those eyeballs to these fingertips and connecting our brains. When we finally hit 1000 AWESOME THINGS I know we'll both look back, SMILE, and say thanks many times. Thank you, thank you, thank you. AWESOME! The post #8 Looking back, smiling, and saying thanks appeared first on 1000 Awesome Things.