Since I’ve been getting the sense around these parts that it’s been kind of a bad week for a lot of people, I thought I’d be an annoying chirpy optimist and share some of the little things in life that make me happy. Join me, won’t you?
Discovering new artists on Pandora ““ I am eternally grateful to my old coworker for introducing me to Pandora and its concentric circles of musical discovery waaay back in aught seven. I have Pandora to thank for so many amazing artists that have come into my life.
The small window of time when coffee is at the perfect temperature ““ I’ve mentioned my coffee addiction here before, and I do realize that other hot drinks apply with this particular pleasure. Examples: tea, hot chocolate, cider, and so on. There’s just something so great about the perfect warm-but-not-too-hot moment with your warm drink of choice in the morning.
Closing the blinds at the end of the day / opening them in the morning ““ I just tend to like transitional times of day. I like starting my morning by forcing myself to endure bright sunlight, and I like kind of saying goodbye to the chaos of the day by closing the blinds when it’s TV (and/or bloggin’) time.
Taking a nap with friends who are visiting for the weekend ““ It’s Saturday afternoon. You got in late Friday night, had a great time out, and then did some brunch or daytime activities in the morning. If you’re gonna rally for tonight, you need to nap. So it’s time to cuddle up on the bed with your friends and try to stop talking and giggling long enough to get your nap on.
When you’re walking around, doing errands, and suddenly start striding confidently for no particular reason ““ Is this just me? Independently of whatever jams I’ve got on my iPod, I’ll tend to randomly be consumed with a high-chinned quick-stepped swagger sometimes when I’m out and about. I’m not sure why. Maybe because I feel good about getting shit done. Maybe because I think I’m having a good hair day. Maybe for just no goddamn reason at all.
Completing your to-do list before noon ““ This has probably happened to me fewer than 10 times, either at work or at home on a Saturday but when it does happen, it’s incredibly satisfying. Actually, it’s best if this doesn’t happen at work because it will be impossible to resist the urge to spike your legal rule pad on the ground, scream “I’m out, y’all” and storm out of the office. Trust me on this one.
When you finally figure out what you’ve been craving. And then eating it ““ I am the victim of frequent Phantom Cravings. Like, I want to eat something, really bad, but I don’t know what it is. And until I can figure it out, nothing else can satisfy me. This situation is only exacerbated when alcohol is involved, but it applies on workdays and weekends as well. Then”¦suddenly the light bulb goes off: I want Munchos.
So. It’s your turn. What are your favorite simple pleasures, Persephoneers?