Sometimes I forget to think about what makes me happy. I spend day after day doing things for other people. So do you, more than likely, if you’re a mom/wife/woman. It’s in our DNA. We don’t mean to completely forget to think about what WE love, and when we remember it’s usually when we get a manicure or a haircut. That stuff is all great, but it’s predictable. We don’t think about the simple things we love (unless it’s our children…when they’re sleeping). We forget to notice what makes us smile. I’m going to start to remember. Here’s my first list:
I love seeing people smile while they’re driving, especially when I have no idea why.
I love surprises. Real, honest surprises.
I love seeing people with problems who try to solve them.
I love watching kids’ faces change when they recognize their parents’ car in the car pool line.
I love the way my dogs wiggle when I get home.
I love laughing so loudly that it’s inappropriate in public.
I love friends who send me random jokes or memes.
I love getting a manicure when no one talks to me, including the manicurist.
I love reading a super juicy book in bed.
I love imagining what my daughter would look like if I had her.
I love watching people get married.
I love when I get my eyebrows right.
I love mowing the lawn. I just do. I can’t explain it.
I love cooking dinner when I go to the grocery store to buy the exact, perfect ingredients.
I love flowers. Wild ones. Ones that people buy me. All of ’em.
I love when a stranger looks me in the eye, smiles, and says hello.
I love watching TV shows about love. Reality TV. Comedies. Dramas. Not movies. TV shows.
I love singing along with Bruno Mars songs and pretending I’m at a big party with a bunch of people who cannot beLIEVE how much I sound like him.
I love finding a craft on Pinterest and devoting an entire Sunday to it.
I love organizing everything.
I love traveling alone and listening to books or podcasts.
I love finding a quote that I feel like I could have said myself.
I love remembering what I love.