Lately it seems like the glass is half empty. I can’t really explain it, but I’m been feeling more negative than usual. In an effort to improve my attitude, I’m going to start “The Bliss List.” Each week, I’ll be on the lookout for things that made me smile and post them in a short list.
This week I actually found quite a few things to be happy about, but I’ll limit the list to three.
[flowers on my windowsill at work]
[a letter from Sebastian - always brightens my day]
[cupcakes from my office roommate for my birthday]
Yup that’s right, my birthday is tomorrow, and I’m really looking forward to it. As I turn 23, I can’t help but look back on this past year. I traveled to Germany twice, started my career, went on my first official work trip and fell in love with a really great guy. If 22 was this great, I can only imagine what 23 will hold.
Have a great weekend!
Over the years, and a few times recently, I’ve heard someone say, “high school was the best time of my life.” Have you heard it too? I’m always surprised when I hear this phrase. Maybe it’s because I just can’t relate. And it’s not because my high school years were bad, but so many great things have happened since then that I could never call it the best time of my life. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say one specific time was the best time.
Life is continuously filled with little moments every day. Like chatting with my Grandma in her living room or taking my cousins to the drive-in or sitting quietly in the morning watching the sun rise over our pond. It’s making these memories and learning new things that makes each day better.
So for some people, maybe high school was the best time. But for me, each day is something new, and I’m excited to see what’s to come.
On a side note, remember this post when there were 74 days until Germany? Now it’s only 11! I can’t wait!
One of the things I love about my life is growing up on a farm. No, not the farm you’re thinking of… I didn’t get up before school and milk cows or own horses (well, we did have a pony once). My dad has a regular job, but he grew up farming and decided it was something he wanted to continue doing. We all jokingly call it his hobby. Maybe it’s crazy to have farming as a hobby, but the truth is I’m glad he does.
Sure there were times when I hated it. Like when it was hay season or getting up early to pick sweet corn or coming home from school and selling pumpkins. But I also got to experience so many amazing things. Like watching a baby calf be born or riding a pony or collecting fresh chicken eggs or most importantly, spending quality time with my Dad.
With being away at school, and working most summers, I haven’t been able to help out on the farm in awhile. However, today I climbed back up on the tractor with my Dad and helped him out on the farm. We only moved some equipment around, but it was nice spending time with him and brought back a lot of memories.
It’s days like these when I realize that it really is the simple joys in life that make you the happiest.
P.S. I know this post was kind of about Dad, but Happy Mother’s Day Mom! Thank you for making my life beautiful.
Today, I woke up annoyed.
I was having a bad hair day (thank God for headbands), and there was a giant zit in the middle of my forehead. Then, I got stuck behind someone who didn’t have an E-Z Pass, but decided to go in the E-Z Pass lane anyway (can’t he read a sign). And finally, my tiny bladder (seriously, it’s the size of a golf ball) decided to work overtime today, and I literally had to pee almost every hour.
I was all ready to come home and blog about everything that was annoying me (and I kind of did), but then I just couldn’t be annoyed anymore. When I walked through the door, my mom had a nice dinner ready for me. I had a lovely Skype date with the boyfriend. Then, I worked out and all those endorphins started kicking in. I was feeling so good that I didn’t get irritated when my Dad asked for computer help, and I even went out of my way to give Dante (our dog) his favorite treat.
Everyone gets annoyed (it happens), but as I was reminded today, it’s silly to get worked up about it.
Remember, don’t sweat the small stuff :-)
Me and my Dad (Mardi Gras ski trip last year)
I was sitting at my desk this morning, when I noticed an incoming phone call. It was my Dad, which I found slightly odd because he doesn’t really like talking on the phone. This was our conversation:
Hey Mimi, it’s your Dad.
Hi Dad, what’s up?
I was just calling to say Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you too.
Well, I have to go. Have a good day.
You too Dad. Love you.
Sometimes in life it’s the little things that make you smile. And if that wasn’t enough to make my day, my work roomie (we share an office) and I decided to get sushi for lunch.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! :-)
Side Note: When my brother was little he couldn’t say my name so he called me Mimi. The nickname sort of stuck. However, it is reserved for family members only.