One afternoon, while sitting in the middle of my rabbit hole munching on carrots with my fellow feeling-sorry-for-myself friends … I realized, that in the midst of my current chaos I hadn’t done any of the things that truly make me happy for a few days. Maybe even a week. The things that give me strength. Straighten my backbone. Allow me to flourish. To thrive.
Of which, I know now, there are five … it had been over a week since I’d been to yoga, spent time in the sunshine, cooked, done any writing, or had human touch.
And I need those five things. At least one of those things. If I don’t have at least one of those things every few days—preferably two or three every day—then I wilt a little.
And so … I forced myself to go to a hot yoga class. It wasn’t easy. My feeling-sorry-for-myself friends were starting to dip carrots in chocolate, so I had a reason to stay in my rabbit hole … (yes, I talk in metaphors.) Alas, I f’ing crawled out, went to class, came home and sat outside in the sun for an hour … and I did some writing. Later that afternoon, my husband was back in town and so … well … I got my “fill” if you will, of human touch and before long, I started to feel “normal,” and had lost my appetite for carrots.
I still needed to cook. And by cook, I mean really cook … not warm something up in the microwave—the nachos we had the previous weekend don’t count.
Today’s post inspired by, well … me … and the Word Press daily prompt: What are five everyday things that make you happy? Cover image is me and my dog (clearly, not the German Shephard) … and yes, my dog, wine, and of course, my family make me happy too ; ) But those are stories for another day.
SIDEBAR: Slight shoutout Peloton instructor Denis Morton whom mentioned this very idea in a class a few months ago—it just took me a hot minute to put it all together for myself : )
DISCLAIMER: I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox
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