30 Things That Make Me Feel Good

Continuing with my mission to look on the positive side of life more often…

1. Coffee. With cream and sugar.
2. Eggs – fried with salt and pepper, scrambled with salsa on top, over easy with the yolk still runny, hard-boiled until the yolk turns gray.
3. You Tube. Love it, more than television.
4. Rereading books I love (like Dune by Frank Herbert).
5. Potatoes. French fries, fried potatoes, hash browns, mashed potatoes, etc.
6. A good night’s sleep.
7. Staying up late into the early morning hours.
8. Fiorella’s Jack Stack barbecue. Baby back ribs, pork ribs, pit beans.
9. Getting in my 10,000 Steps for the day.
10. Haribo peach gummies.
11. Finding something special at Costco, like a set of kitchen knives that slide into separate sheaths with a knife sharpener attached.
12. 80s and 90s pop music.
13. “Somewhere” from The Wizard of Oz as sung by Barbra Streisand.
14. Getting in my word count for the day.
15. Publishing a blog post.
16. The feel and smell of the air rushing into my apartment after it rains.
17. I earned a bachelor’s degree in English.
18. “The Love You Save” by the Jackson 5.
19. Alone time.
20. The times when I am aware and truly know that God loves me and is taking care of me.
21. Applesauce on white bread.
22. Ordinary People, the novel and the film.
23. Shopping online instead of in the store.
24. Delivery, meals and groceries.
25. Hugging my mom and getting hugged by my mom.
26. Coming home to an empty house.
27. Clocking out (of work) at 4 pm.
28. Late spring, early fall weather.
29. Waking and being alive.
30. Doing nothing.

This list took me a lot longer than I expected, days longer, and I was a little surprised. I wanted to do a list of things that make me feel good as opposed to list of things for which I am grateful. I am grateful for anything that makes me feel good, but… Well, I knew what I was trying for when I began, and I thought I would have at least 50 things listed in under an hour, but it has taken me DAYS to think of 30. Is that good or bad? Should I be dismayed that there are so few things in my life which make me feel good, or should I feel blessed that there are so many?

Image Claude Covo-Farchi from Paris, France