|The Glitter Globe/S.R. Karfelt|
Every once in a while I like to rework this list. It’s simply a list of things that bring me joy. Years ago I attended a lecture where we were encouraged to write one. The idea is to come up with 100 things of any size, shape, or form that bring you joy.
Despite all the bad in the world, there's still plenty of good too.
Can you do it?
married, I can say that.
I’ve been married thirty years, so if you’re a perv trolling the internet keep
right on going. I only like sex with a guy who’s adored me every day for thirty
my kids out a bit. (See above.)
snapping photos of other people’s dogs. Storing them on my phone. AND naming
sonic toothbrush. To each her own.
with other writers.
with my kids.
to my kids when they toss out something wildly inappropriate for a mom to hear.
That means that we’re actually communicating.
mint that grows wild around my house.
tea from the mint around my house.
foxes in my backyard.
it in the wilds of Canada.
trips with my husband.
pearl balanced graphite genuine incense-cedar pencils. So sexy.
with pencils on good paper.
jogging (but not really).
supersticks classic colored pencils.
beer. This is very new.
people I meet in Alonissos.
beaches of Alonissos.
rocks on the beaches of Alonissos.
with pencils in Alonissos.
Acropolis Museum in Athens.
cemeteries. It’s my list, I get to pick.
my kids are happy.
my kids are safe.
leaves ironed between sheets of wax paper.
up deep conversations with strangers.
dental floss. My list again.
rotten cats that belong to other people.
who trash stereotypes. The Democratic gun enthusiast. The eighty-year old lover
playing the field. The obscenely wealthy woman who lives in a trailer and rides
her bike everywhere.
dandelions—but not when they go incognito prickly cactus in the grass and I step on them barefoot.
running on wheels.
in the wild.
salads in Greece.
a strange city at night.
water to drink.
- When my Levis are roomy in the waist.
of fresh basil.
teeny tiny sea snails that crawl across the bottom of the sea near shore.
egg shaped stones.
Can you tell I was getting into it? It was hard to stop. How about sharing your list? It's a good way to turn your day around, and dig up some enthusiasm. I promise. Volcanic rocks. Prickly pear. Babies. Flying—in dreams or for real...I could go on...obviously. Your turn.
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