i'm still sick, but a friend and I decided to make a pact and focus on what truly makes us happy, and follow those things through to the actually happy part... so that despite psychotwat bosses, despite icky adult obligations, despite our own fabricated roadblocks, we'd be pursuing something we can count on.
That begs the question though. What makes me happy. I unfortunately (and surprisingly) was kind of stumped when she asked. So I committed to her that I'd sleep on it and come up with some answers. I slept on a 2-day long headache however, so now i'm giving it it's just attention. Even if I start with what USED to make me happy, I figure it's a start...
So here goes...
My friend who I made this pact with makes me happy.
Book dates and any kind of hanging out with her, my oldest friend in the world.
Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood
Putting an "action plan" together
Working on my planner/calendar (although this has been kind of frought with stress instead of being fun lately, perhaps because i'm not getting anything DONE that I put IN the plan)
Paper makes me happy: origami, wrapping, craft, construction, rice, it doesn't matter
Yoga. Power Vinyasa Yoga.
Designing my house, working on it's renovation and the future visual.
the word "potential"
I like the idea of treadmills.
waking up early, but energized
i like beer. and wine. and white russians. not all at once, not that that's never happened.
when the husband and I entertain each other and laugh and laugh til it hurts.
dive bars: beer and greasy burgers, too smokey to be healthy, a perfect jukebox, no sunlight to speak of.
natural sunlight in the kitchen
waking up naturally
girls night, girls weekend, girls anything.
trips to Santa Fe with my mom and sister
cheese enchiladas, sopaipillas, margaritas
pancakes with my mom
my memories of Paris, and the hope for the next trip
books. art books. big books, small books, any books, just lots of books.
planning and timing out a complete Thanksgiving feast and cooking for three days to accomplish it, even if it's for four people
MBA dinner club
school, continuing education, taking classes, buying class supplies, being a teacher's pet
organizing my office at work
looking at my art/craft supplies
researching/googling new things
my own version of IMDB.com six degrees of separation
celebrity photos, celebrity gossip
i'm addicted to internet news sites. not sure if it makes me happy or not, but I definitely get something out of it.
blogging this stuff
staying up late to watch movies, staying up so late it hurts
running errands, taking care of the mundane
when the husband takes care of himself the way i would
cheap (but safe) mani/pedis
fires during the winter
rainy rainy days inside
coffee late at night
sweaters jeans and boots, dry hair, pink nose from the cold
the right bra
when i'm on the low end of my 10lb range
hot hooker shoes
sets and sets of makeup, different colors different types, train cases of it.
getting into a freshly made bed with clean sheets and freshly shaven legs
reading? does this make me happy? or do I just do it to unwind sometimes? or do I do it even to unwind or just because I started the book?
purses. purses make me extremely happy.
art directing fashion photo shoots. that's definitely the best part of my job.
the Grey's Anatomy Season 1 Soundtrack, I can listen to that over and over and over.
same with The Jayhawks Rainy Day Music
and The Old 97's Fight Songs
i like working in one room when the husband's in another room, and we're both doing our individual thing, and we meet up when it's time to go to bed
wandering around CVS trying new stuff
massive grocery shopping trips, and trips to Costco, NOT one-off trips to the store
Target. clothes, household supplies, maybe some new furniture. loves me some Tarzhay.
pressing cloves into an orange
movies with sets in European cities
Japanese screen prints
Is this a list of stuff I like? Or what makes me happy? Is the only stuff that makes me happy the "stuff" i'm listing?
I miss my almost paranormal connection to my best friend from college. it still peeks out once in a while, i can still read her mind when we're in the same room, we just aren't in the same room often enough anymore i guess.
going out to a nice dinner
i'm happy when i'm 'caught up' with the stuff i have to do and want to do, and i actually feel free to do whatever comes to me. this almost never happens.
reading craft blogs.
flannel pajama pants and a wife beater under a blanket on the couch.
picking at my face is satisfying. but doesn't make me happy. especially when i make it worse. that sucks.
christmas music. especially that song by The Barenaked Ladies and Sarah McLachlan, what's that called... I could listen to it forever... it's a version of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen...
twinkly lights all year round, especially entwined over an arbor, with wisteria, making something like a Tuscan or French beer garden
to be continued.
1 year ago