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The Small Things in Life

I’m a true believer that being happy all the time is completely unnatural. Smiling all the time is for the demented.

That being said, its good to go through a funk and its good to come back out of one. The process itself is a journey that takes work. But it is an experience that teaches and forces us to grow a bit more every time we take it and the novelty and sense of wonder and satisfaction only grows the older we get. The more we go through the more we appreciate the small things in life. Recently, I’ve been putting more effort into getting back to the things I enjoy. Along the way, I’m rediscovering very small things that I haven’t done in months or years that I’ve forgotten bring me pleasure.

Here is a list of just a few of my favorite things.

1. Laughing hysterically because I can’t stop. Not because I’m drunk. Not because I’m putting on a smile for the world, but because it’s just that damned funny. Laughter. I love it and I don’t have enough of it. I’m on an eternal search to find things that make me laugh because the world is a sad sorry place if I can’t laugh at the absurdity of it all.

2. Attending a decent party with lots of good food, low-key music, and good company. Those are the best times. Times when you can have a decent conversation with someone new and reconnect with extended acquaintances.  These parties are best when they’re full of laughter. And beer.

3. Reading. Books, articles, stories, who cares? Reading. Reading for pleasure, reading for pain, reading to feel something different and escape our own lives. It’s like watching my own personal movie in my head. The story might not be mine, but my imagination is; every time I read a book it grows and extends in directions I never thought possible.

4. Sitting in the sunshine. Beautiful days. Sitting in the sunshine, even in the city, can turn my whole day around. The air smells lighter, my mood is lighter, everything is better, and shinier, and new.

5. Crossword puzzles. A good crossword can keep me occupied for hours. The maddening frustration of not being able to figure it out is enjoyable.  I’m a sucker for punishment.

6. Putting on make up. I love it. I love the smell of it. I love the rush of finding new eye shadow that looks good on me, or new eye liner. New lipstick or chapstick. I put it on everyday. Not because it makes me look beautiful, although it certainly doesn’t hurt. Not because other girls admire it, though I appreciate it when they do. Certainly not for the few guys that manage to notice it, because let’s be honest here. Make up is completely lost on guys. I like it for the sheer pleasure of feeling good. Sure. I can go out without make-up and know I look good. But I like it. I’ll never be an artist, a painter, nor a  singer.  I’m no designer, nor am I crafty. But I can paste that shit on every day and feel like I’ve created my own masterpiece right on my face. And that’s cool.

7. Beer. What can  I say? It’s the alcoholic in me. I love beer. I deeply love IPAs. Some of the best breweries and the best beers I’ve ever tasted have come out of Michigan. I like a cold brew in the summer, a cold brew in the winter. The best brew is kicking back outside on a porch or in the yard with a friend or two for company and some music.

8. Music. Classic rock, alternative rock. Techno. Hip hop. It’s gotten in my blood and I can’t let it go. A good song comes on my iPod and my whole day shines.

9. Fruit.  Green grapes, grapefruit, peaches, nectarines, strawberries, blue berries, I can almost feel their juices gushing down my throat. Papayas, raspberries, apples. Shit, I’ll even eat a watermelon. I love them. I think the only fruit I’ve ever encountered that I truly didn’t like were mandarins, because they’re just lame imitation oranges anyway.

10.  Things that shine and shimmer. I love it. I don’t even care what it is. It appeals to my eyes and makes me want to smile. I guess because I associate it with magic. I wish. I really wish that there was magic in the world. But since there’s not, the next best thing will do. Shimmer and shine, scintillate and gleam. The words themselves are a pleasure.

11. The color blue. Its true. I’m coming out and just admitting it. Green isn’t my favorite color. I’m not sure it ever was. It’s blue. It’s always been blue. Blue.  I love you. You make me happy.

12. Hitting the gym. Nothing like pushing your body to clear your mind. Here its even more fun to watch the Taiwanese guys’ jaws drop when they see a girl actually lifting some weights. My face might not show it, but I’m laughing on the inside.

13. Virtually all outdoor activities make me happy. I’ll go ahead and clump in swimming, hiking, biking and everything else into one.

14. A clean apartment. It’s always such a pain in the ass to  clean, but the feeling of general well-being afterwards is worth it every time.

15. Being in nature and fresh flowers.

So those are just a few of my favorite things. I have many more where that came from.

What picks you up when you’re down? What did you just recently rediscover you loved?

These last couple of years have seen a lot of new experiences come my way. New countries to visit, new cultures to learn, new cities to explore.

It has been the journey of a lifetime and I’m thrilled that I gathered my courage to finally do it.  My biggest regret is that I didn’t do this straight out of college.  I wish I had the willpower and courage then to do what I’m doing now. I wish I had started telling myself “yes” instead of “no” a helluva lot earlier.

But I didn’t.

And so instead of being a globetrotter like so many expats that I have met, I’ve been to five countries in the last two years and lived in two.  And that sucks dammit!  I should have been to 20 countries by now! Or more!  What happened to a life full of travel?!

I get that you think I should stop whining. No doubt some of you are thinking I live a charmed life and I’m ungrateful and I don’t appreciate how awesome my life is. And that’s OK. Because that means you’re jealous and that makes me feel good about myself.

But get this: My blog…

…has been to no less than 57 countries in the past two months. 57! You can follow its journey with this little link here.

The little shit! It’s gone nearly everywhere I wanted to go. Its even gone to places I never wanted to go.

It has visited 57 countries on six continents. That’s right. SIX continents.  Secretly, a part of me feels happy that Antarctica has denied my blog visitation rights. But then another part of me feels sad.  The chances of my visiting Antarctica are vanishingly small, so maybe it would be nice for my blog to visit. But not just yet. I’m not sure I could handle it just yet.

So, yeah, it’s cool. My blog. Living the life I was meant to live. I’m sure it enjoyed roaming the jungles of Malaysia and Vietnam, and standing on the steps of the Parthenon in Greece. Sipping coffee at a café in France and thinking snotty thoughts.  Creeping around off the coast of Africa somewhere, no doubt getting involved with smuggling blood diamonds.  It is just the kind of thing my blog would do. Shady bastard.

I should be doing those things. Not my blog.

When it comes back, and smiles its little sheepish smile, I’m going to take its cheesy little garden gnome and smash it against a wall. Then I’m gonna punch it right in the face.  And it’s gonna feel good.

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