write 100 things that make me happy

Why not? then you can refer back to it when you’re feeling down, discouraged or frustrated. I’m going to get to this right now.

i want to remind myself of things that make me happy instead of dwelling on the things that don’t.

Or maybe just being tan makes me extrmely happy.

I figure if I start this, and really look into what makes me happy… I cant be as happy as I once was.
That would get me two of my “43 things”

So everytime I think of something I love I am going to phisically write it down, no matter what im doing.

I will keep everyone posted.

Keep me posted too I would love to hear what makes all of you happy. :)

Rainy Days and Monday always get me down?
Actually – THEY MAKE ME DAMN HAPPY!

The first true thunderstorm of spring came today. I greeted the initial fine mist as kisses on my face. Next, I stood in its fat round slow moving drops as I chatted through the car window to a friend. I was inspired to Krump on the porch through the furious turmoil at the storm’s heart—a strobe light flashing ground shaking tumultuous event. Now I am laying sprawled across the bed as the rain scented breeze brushes across me and lulls me to sleep.

What a perfect first day of spring it was.

Driving to work, the sun rose behind me and around me in waves of peachy blueness. Yet, ahead, I drove toward and into a band of pure and utter blackness. The smell of ozone from the approaching storm made me feel alive. And, the torrential onslaught of the spring rains hid the world around me. The last remnants of winter washing away—the dirty slushy remains of the beautiful 6 inch snowfall from a month ago; the nasty salt that had gathered after melting the beautiful icy coating that had made the world shine like it was made of glass. All of that beautiful freezing world had long since faded anyway leaving only hints of the joy that it had brought. From the parking garage to the law building, I walked slowly feeling the rain on my face, my hair my skin. Was it washing away from me some remnants of past beautiful times that have long since faded?

The afternoon- I was home. The rain was gone. The day was beyond beautiful. The classic lamb as compared to this morning’s lion. I curled in the flannel sleeping bag on the wicker settee tucked into the sunny corner of my screened-in porch. The sun exquisite on my skin. The neighborhood a cacophony of sounds—the neighbor’s grandson grinding the pavement with his three wheeler; the birds cooing, tweating and squawking; the wind brushing the overgrowth of pine trees against the gutter. The perfume of wet soil filled my head as the almost too cool breeze brushed my cheeks.

I don’t think that a new season could start with a more pleasurable entrance. And beauty of it all, I actual cuddled there in my blanket appreciating this gift that the universe had given.

You know what? This day makes me damn happy!

That’s all for now. That makes me damn happy!

I have to do this in increments or I will give up. I know I tried before and couldn’t get past 37. I mean seriously. How can there only be 37 things in life that could make you happy? Life is long! Life is crowded and eventful! Life is only ONCE!

I am determined to record at least 100 things that make me happy. I will disregard how superficial or irrelevant they seem. If I feel warmth inside at the thought of something, I am writing it down. I am not writing anything that seems like something that should make me happy—forget that—if it doesn’t make me warm and fuzzy, it isn’t list worthy.

And as I finish each increment, I am making sure I experience those 10 things within a reasonable time of their addition to the list. And, as I indulge in that item, I promise to say to myself- “You know what, this makes me damn happy!”