What Makes Me Happy, Now.

19 Aug

Stepping out my apartment this morning and immediately noticing a difference— something in the air has shifted, there is a freshness, the thick blanket of summer has finally lifted.

The beautiful bitter darkness of The Book Thief,  shining words awe-ing even Death himself.

Driving one ordinary summer night and realizing, I was born to make up stories in my head, and instead of going crazy stressing about imaginary scenarios in my life, I can channel that energy into writing novels.

Feeling my fingers itch with the need to write as soon as that revelation hit me.

Signing up for community college and then being ok with deciding I am not ready right now. Even though I am 27.

A visiting friend, and girl’s night at The Stockyards.

Corn tortillas from the Farmer’s Market.

Growing anticipation for The Wizard of God.

Receiving my first ever professional massage. Absolute bliss.

Having a really good day and realizing it was good because it was filled with people.

Not fearing being alone with my thoughts.

Finding and keeping a bottle of Imported Italian sparkling wine.

Honest phone conversations with my best friend.

Finding a billion ways to incorporate spinach in my daily diet.

Finding new brands of cheaper coffee that actually taste amazing.

Picking a random antique book to read out loud from at Half Price Books, only to realize it is creepy cult manifesto.

Staying home from church to sleep in, go for a long walk where I felt free to talk to God, and write this.

Attempting to do the Macarena at a Special Needs Dance.

Coconut Chicken Soup from Sea Siam.

Feeling happy and content to be at the job I have.

Realizing this:

One of the special needs guys I work with asking for girl advice and then telling me the next day, “I’ve been thinking about what you said. I think I know what to do.”

Watching my boyfriend train my puppy with all his patience and kindness and authority.

Learning about random topics as I write social media posts for money, including: jet skiing, garden statues, and pedicures.

Emails going back and forth between close friends, helping each other sort through our beliefs, struggles and ideas, and planning a camping trip while we are at it.

Discovering new music.

Reading everything and anything.

Art projects with no expectations other than having fun.

Learning back roads so I can avoid highway traffic.

Stopping to get french fries and a milkshake after a 12 hour Saturday shift and not feeling guilty about it.

Being relieved at not having to move again.

Future plans to visit New Hampshire.

Being able to pick up my Bible again, and feeling the warmth of Jesus’ words come over me.

Coming home to this sweet face.

Learning to take the time to listen to my breath.

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