This week, we're blogging about stuff that makes us happy. I have a feeling this is going to be a super random list because
a lot of things make me happy. In no
particular order at all, here they are…
Hugs from my kids.
They never fail to make me happy. Even if I’m in a bad mood.
Actually, hugs in
general. I’m a touchy feely person and physical contact (with people I’m
comfortable with) makes me happy.
Waves on the shore.
I love the sound of waves. I prefer the waves of Lake Superior, but I’ll be
honest. Any waves will do.
Thunderstorms. As
long as they don’t venture into tornado territory, they give me warm fuzzies.
My family. I
seriously won the family lottery. I am crazy about my family. Yes, sometimes we
piss each other off, but we’re always there for each other. Even when we’re
pissed. They’re all hilariously funny, smart and compassionate. My mama mommed
us well.
Rocks. Yeah, I
know. That sounds dumb. But whatevs. Rocks make me happy. I love to hold them,
look at them, climb them, know that they were here millions of years before me
and will be here millions of years after I’m gone.
Yarn, fabric and clay.
There is nothing that appeals to me like the tactile experience of fiber and well, mud, and knowing that if I want to, I can make something out of it.
Kindness. Not
just people being kind to me or people I care about, but people being kind in
general. Genuine kindness, though – not the fake bullshit of people being kind
because they think they’re going to get something out of it. This world is so full
of anger and hate, and some days, it feels like there’s not enough kindness to
go around. But then I see little acts of kindness here and there and I feel
like there’s hope. And it makes me happy.
Music. Music that
I love makes me happy. In fact, music is so powerful, that I have a depression
playlist that I listen to when I’m starting to feel down.
Friends. I have
the most amazing friends on the planet. I can’t even believe how damn lucky I
am, and they make me happy beyond belief. They get me in all my quirky glory,
and I know that I can trust them with anything. I know that no matter what,
these are the people that will always be there for me, and I’ll always be there
for them.
Cats. I know. I
have issues. But cats make me irrationally happy. Unless I’m steeping in cat
puke at three am.
Baby animals of all
kinds. I’m s sucker for the squee factor.
Baby belly laughs.
There’s something about a baby laughing that just lifts my spirits no matter
what.
Nature. I love Living
in a place that has all four seasons (even though the snow sometimes makes me
want to weep) and the changes are so dramatic and beautiful. Walking through
forests, sitting by a lake or river or stream, listening to the wind and rain,
watching the snow fall and the leaves change, all of it makes me happy. That is
a lie. Ragweed and cottonwood most assuredly do *not* make me happy. But I’m
good with everything else.
Writing. I love
creating and having an outlet for all the stories floating around my head. Getting
them out on paper makes me happy.
Reading.
Exploring other worlds and lives makes me happy, too. And sometimes sad,
depending on the book, but that’s okay. I’m happy when I’m invested enough in
an author’s words to feel something.
Writing Retreats. I love spending a week with my writing retreat girls - there's nothing better than laughing 'til you hurt and writing a ton.
Lake Superior. I
know I already mentioned waves and nature, but Lake Superior makes me insanely
happy.
Click the other Wednesday Random Bloggers names to find out what makes them happy.
3 comments:
I didn't put Lake Superior on my list! What was I thinking?? :)
You have an awesome list!!! I didn't think about the beach or yarn. Ugh! Now I need to go back and add stuff. :-)
<3
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