As a way to ease myself out of my winter ennui, my therapist suggested I do some journalling about the things that make me happy. Some of those things are probably evident to anyone who knows me even a little:
Hanging out with my kids.
Laughing with my sweetie.
Watching my dog run in the snow.
Riding my bike.
Reading a good book.
Being in a yarn store with money to burn.
But when I dug a little deeper, I came up with some things that are a little less obvious:
The moments of real connection that can pass between friends and strangers.
Having a good idea.
Eating a healthy, tasty meal I've made myself.
Clicking the "Publish" button on a good blog post.
Getting positive feedback about my writing, especially from other writers.
Looking forward to a trip, whether near or far.
Texting with my BFF.
And, perhaps not surprisingly, it turns out that writing about what makes me happy...makes me happy.
Hanging out with my kids.
Laughing with my sweetie.
Watching my dog run in the snow.
Riding my bike.
Reading a good book.
Being in a yarn store with money to burn.
But when I dug a little deeper, I came up with some things that are a little less obvious:
The moments of real connection that can pass between friends and strangers.
Having a good idea.
Eating a healthy, tasty meal I've made myself.
Clicking the "Publish" button on a good blog post.
Getting positive feedback about my writing, especially from other writers.
Looking forward to a trip, whether near or far.
Texting with my BFF.
And, perhaps not surprisingly, it turns out that writing about what makes me happy...makes me happy.
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