If you have any contact whatsoever with social media, you've probably come across Hygge recently. It's the Danish art of happiness. Sounds naff doesn't it?
That's what I thought too, but I'd seen this pretty book before Christmas, and thought it could be comforting to read during this bleak January.
I finished the book in three days. It's wonderful.
It's not mind-blowing, or particularly clever. It's comforting. It's Hygge.
It felt like a real treat to be able to finish supper, curl up on the sofa with a blanket and read this book. It's easy to read with short paragraphs, quotes and beautiful photos. It also made me realise that I already have a lot of Hygge in my life, but I'd simply failed to notice it.
A string of lights hanging over our bookshelf, making the room feel cosy.
A really soft blanket.
Eating a hot cottage pie while it's raining outside.
Making cupcakes and drinking a glass of wine.
Going to bed early. For no reason at all.
Reading on the sofa while the Other Half is on his laptop and the Little One is happily playing on her own.
To me, Hygge is Being Content. But also, being content with the small and insignificant day-to-day things you normally fail to notice. You really don't need that much to make you happy.
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