This May has been a tough one for me so far. I’ve attended two funerals (it’s been years since I’ve even been to one), heard of a few other deaths and one major sickness. It’s almost too much to take in.
I know that I’m very fortunate…for much of my life and what I’ve been given, but it’s easy to get stuck in the swamp of sadness. However, yesterday my friend Amy gave me the perfect pick me up. She wrote a post about 18 things that make her happy. I immediately thought HOW FUN and decided to make my own list. Obviously there are a plethora of things that make me happy (including using the word “plethora”), but here are a few that immediately popped into my head.
If you’ve ever met me, you probably know that I LOVE. TO. DANCE. Nothing structured or formal – I just like to shake my groove thing. No alcohol is necessary; I hear a beat and my body starts moving. It’s so cathartic and a great way for me to release any pent up energy
2. My kids playing together
Yes they fight. Yes they get on each other’s nerves. But when that’s not happening, something magical occurs. The giggling that erupts from their room as they go off on a new adventure is simply intoxicating.
No matter my mood, when I sit down with a cup of coffee, I’m instantly uplifted. It doesn’t matter if I’m at home on the couch or at a Starbucks shop or another local coffee shop. My happy place is in that mug.
4. My husband’s jokes
Here’s the thing. My husband thinks he’s HILARIOUS. He is constantly telling jokes and I just stare at him. But it’s awesome. I love when he tries to convince me that a joke is funny. Sometimes he succeeds; other times, not so much.
5. A new outfit
Ship me off to the mall and I’m a happy camper. There’s not much better than finding a new outfit. I love the way I feel when I put it on for the first time, like I can take on the world because I LOOK GOOD.
8. A good back rub
When my husband and I were dating, we knew we were incredibly compatible as soon as we discovered our love for a good shoulder massage. I’m known for sitting in front of him and shrugging my shoulders, hoping he takes the hint.
10. Listening to my son read
I’m amazed at how far my little kindergartner has come this year. When he reads to us at night, he uses the proper inflection and even uses different voices, just like his dad. His Jar Jar Binks voice is the BEST!
I’m not an artist by any stretch of the imagination. But since having children, I have (re)discovered my love of coloring. I have found myself spending huge chunks of time (to the point my fingers go numb) shading and outlining pictures of fairies, The Avengers and whatever else is in the kid’s coloring books.
Whether I’m just listening to it or I’m singing (loud and proud), I’m probably at my happiest when there’s music around. It’s how my spirit moves. I can find God in a beautiful melody and release anger and frustration with hip hop and rock and roll. I love driving with the windows down, music blaring from the car.