I chose the name “The Happy Quitter” because it was totally against my nature. I was brought up to never quit anything. “You start it, you finish it” that’s what I heard when I was a child and I lived by it. I started numerous projects in my life with the lack of any talent for it. Painting would be an example of total failure…at least to my standards.
I admire art and famous painters, but when I decided to become the next Michelangelo I had to find out, that I was blessed with lots of talent, but painting was not one of them. I still draw and paint occasionally, but I do know that fame will never come. I didn’t quit any of the projects I started, finished them all, some with very questionable results I have to add.
I quit smoking after 35 years, without any previous attempts and I felt happy about it right from the start. The mood swings I expected, didn’t happen. The misery, some of the ex-smokers described, never came to visit me. I was happy as a smoker and happy as a nonsmoker.
I am a happy camper by birth, “a chipper”. I will find the positive in everything, even though it might be hard to see for others. My best friend always joked, one day there will be an earthquake and you will step out of the rubble and will cheerfully say “at least I don’t have to dust the house today”. She knew me well. There were lots of tears in my lifetime, serious health issues, loss and grief, but regardless of what had happened, I never lost my positive and happy outlook on life.
One day I was sitting in front of my computer, ready to start a new adventure called blogging. I signed up here and and it took me only 2 minutes to come up with both names. “The Happy Quitter” and “Nonsmokingladybug” was born right then and there.
For the first time in my life I quit something and felt good about it. I didn’t share the hype over quitting with some of the ex-smokers, didn’t share a lot of the drama that is spread by many. The name “The Happy Quitter” was a no-brainer.
Ladybug is my nickname since many years, ever since someone murdered a ladybug at a BBQ. I might have had a glass too much to drink that night -that, or the sun didn’t do me good that day- either way, someone stepped on a ladybug and I cried over it, felt really upset.
They called me ladybug that night and the name stuck with me ever since and I like it. I am a very private person, can’t wrap my old head around the new everybody-knows-and-shares-everything internet policy, so I decided to have a blog my way. Kind of anonymous, but I am warming up to the idea to share some things about me, with whoever might be willing to listen -without giving up all my privacy.
Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.