Do You Remember What Your Happy Face Looks Like?


This magnificent piece of art has been valued at over $32,000. I know, it is truly incredible work. If any of you have the distinct pleasure of being my friend on social media, I hope that you do I would love to be your friend, you were treated to a dazzling art show last night by Yours truly. It was amazing the effect it had on me. I want to share some stuff with you today about the seriousness of success and life.

Yesterday was a tough day for me, mentally. I have been focused like a laser beam on changing my life and achieving success. I even wrote about success yesterday. (Disclaimer: Everything I write on here is a lesson I am learning during the day, and a lot of times relearning over and over. It is not Gospel truth, only my thoughts.)

Anywho, I had just finished writing, 3 Myths of Success, and was about to get back to work on the current book I am writing, which I am 50,000 words into after two weeks of work and my third book in 4 months. “The Laser Beam is Focused!!!”

When a chill hit me, and my body and mind felt like I had been hit by a freaking double-decker bus loaded with rocks. I was shaking, had the chills and could hardly stand or keep my eyes open. I thought I caught the flu.

So, I wrapped myself in layers of clothing and blankets and laid down. Two hours later I woke up feeling worse, but I had work to do dangit, and my life isn’t going to change itself.

So, I took an aspirin and drank an energy drink and pumped out another 2500 words on my Novel. I also ran a book promotion and created a Pay it forward challenge on my twitter for other Independently published authors, wrote back to emails, and even started reading all the Indie author books I bought so that I can start a review blog for the books I am reading, to support the work of others.

Are you tired? I was, God how exhausting. I have been so focused on building this successful life that I forgot what enjoying life looked like. I chained the poor inner child inside of me to a desk for the past four months and asked him to produce magic. Barely ever allowing him out to play.


It was 6:00 pm last night and I didn’t want to move, think or do a freaking thing. I was laying on the couch in three layers of sweats shivering. I was sure I was sick, and I was, just not physically.

A thought came to me; “it would be fun to draw with my colored sharpies.”

So, I got up grabbed my notebook and four sharpies and went to work on the incredible artwork that you see on this page.

The effect was almost immediate for me, and it spread. I was laughing so hard at the ridiculousness at what I had drawn that it brought me to tears and I had to share it. It also made my girlfriend laught to tears, I’m not sure how my friends on social media responded but, whatever. Something changed in me.

The little kid that was chained to the desk and forced to succeed was laughing like he hadn’t laughed in what felt like months. It was like I wasn’t seeing with my eyes. It was like seeing with my soul, like how a bat uses echolocation to map a cave or area. My laughter was echoing and mapping my success and happiness. Oh yeah, this is why life is so incredible.


This is why being sober rocks. This is why I am writing and trying to inspire others to have a great life; because having a great life is Freaking Great, and it is as simple as allowing that little kid inside of me to draw stupid stick figure pictures and Remember My Happy Face.

All the world was right again; I felt healed. I wasn’t coming down with the flu. I was working myself ragged and forgot to enjoy the wonderful life that was being created. And guess what the Universe, God, Oprah, Science or whoever, affirmed my realization this morning when I read my daily devotional from AA, it read:

“Having Fun YET?… We aren’t a glum lot. If newcomers could see no joy or fun in our existence, they wouldn’t want it. We absolutely insist on enjoying life. We try not to indulge in cynicism over the state of the nations, nor do we carry the world’s troubles on our shoulders.” pg,132 AA

It doesn’t get much clearer than that, at least not for me.

Oh, yeah the pictures. You know who valued them over $32,000, that was me. Because I think they are worth more than I could honestly ever put a number on. If you want to buy them, you can purchase them with your laughter. As soon as you laugh, the picture is yours forever to keep.

Show me your happy face. It is dying to light up your life.Β  Here is mine.Β  Haha.

Have a Great day, laugh a bit, it’s medicine.



Published by Matthew Whiteside

I am a writer, a storyteller, a yarn-spinning freakazoid. My life is full of two things today, lessons and blessings. I write fiction mostly but I also love to write about my life and the things I go through on a daily basis. Writing it out inspires and motivates me and that's why I do it. Plus if it does that for me maybe it will for someone else too.

14 thoughts on “Do You Remember What Your Happy Face Looks Like?

  1. Nice! I like to doodle, too. I also like to break up my usually dark (β€œfestering,” my husband calls it πŸ˜‚) writing style with something irreverent every once in a while. I had to write a fairy tale for my NYC Midnight assignment, and it was exactly what I needed after focussing on horror writing all month!

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  2. I had a hard time following this the first few attempted read throughs. I’ve just been THAT run down and stressed out lately.

    Very good message though, and it’s exactly the antidote needed to that kind of fatigue and stress. πŸ™‚

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    1. Sorry to hear you are feeling so run down. I can get a little confusing when I am writing its something I am trying to work on. Clarity is essential as a writer i must do better at conveying what I am saying. I will be better tomorrow. Maybe haha. Thanks for reading.


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