Ten Happy Things
1. My kids are snuggaliscious. Sorry to be gooey but I do love cuddling them so much and I love watching them grow up: brave little people navigating life in The Big Smoke.
2. I have become a social smoker: I can actually take about 6 drags in the drizzling rain with the stinky quasi-hipsters and remember how it once all was. Then I feel sick and have to stomp the cigarette with the heel of my boot and face the fact that mommyhood has usurped rebellion or just general common sense. Sigh. Still!
3. I believe in love. I see love around me, in the hummingbirds on a cake, on my cellphone screen, in my parents' faces on Skype, in old photos and new ones.
4. Baila, my frolleague, my fellow warrior in all things romantic, I mean fellow gender scholar- since we joined forces things never seem so bad any more.
5. The foods the NY Times listed as being the cheapest are actually also my favs: beets and oatmeal, for example. So I'm going to ride this depression train with nary a growl in my belly.
6. Melatonin: no more sleep startles. I welcome back deep, uninterrupted sleep with open arms and bright eyes.
7. I've almost thought of 10 happy things.
8. A room of my own, my sanctuary, my den, my womb, my palace- how I love thee.
9. My new Camper boots that make me dream about leaping onto a horse and galloping off into the misty English countryside to meet the tall, dark, groundsman down the lane.
10. Other people's blogs: stepping well outside my normal 5 mile radius, virtually at least, exploring the lives and minds of others- just connecting, basically.
Happy and healthy 2009 to you and to me.
