Continuing with my mission to look on the positive side of life more often…
- Coffee. With cream and sugar.
- 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.
- You Tube. Love it, more than television.
- Rereading books I love (like Dune by Frank Herbert).
- Potatoes. French fries, fried potatoes, hash browns, mashed potatoes, etc.
- A good night’s sleep.
- Staying up late into the early morning hours.
- Fiorella’s Jack Stack barbecue. Baby back ribs, pork ribs, pit beans.
- Getting in my 10,000 Steps for the day.
- Haribo peach gummies.
- Finding something special at Costco, like a set of kitchen knives that slide into separate sheaths with a knife sharpener attached.
- 80s and 90s pop music.
- “Somewhere” from The Wizard of Oz as sung by Barbra Streisand.
- Getting in my word count for the day.
- Publishing a blog post.
- The feel and smell of the air rushing into my apartment after it rains.
- I earned a bachelor’s degree in English.
- “The Love You Save” by the Jackson 5.
- Alone time.
- The times when I am aware and truly know that God loves me and is taking care of me.
- Applesauce on white bread.
- Ordinary People, the novel and the film.
- Shopping online instead of in the store.
- Delivery, meals and groceries.
- Hugging my mom and getting hugged by my mom.
- Coming home to an empty house.
- Clocking out (of work) at 4 pm.
- Late spring, early fall weather.
- Waking and being alive.
- 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|