This is my fourth in a series of posts inspired by this post at the blog Weightless. The author Margarita has basically issued a call to arms to make five short lists of five positive things about ourselves.
Here are the five topics Margarita recommends:
Five things you love about yourself (read my list)
Five things your body can do (read my list)
Five things for which you’re grateful (read my list)
Five things that make you happy you’re alive
Five people (or pets) who you love
5 Things That Make Me Happy I’m Alive.
If you feel like sharing, post your responses to comments – and feel free to keep ‘em short and sweet… or go to town and tell us all about you. You’re even welcome to email me and be a guest post-er, if you’d like.
I am all about gratitude these days, so choosing only five was pretty tough. This seems like the kind of exercise that would be valuable to re-visit periodically, no?… like a benchmark WOD done monthly or quarterly just to see how things are going. For now, here are my five.
1. Prague and Paris.
Both of these cities are magical to me. Everywhere you look, there are stories: in the patterns of the cobblestones under your feet, in the wrought-iron gates around a vibrant green park, in the statues and mosaics and murals on the walls and roofs and balconies of buildings that have been standing since well before the United States was born. Both cities are dissected and fed by a river that invites strolling, pondering, picnicking… and the music of the unfamiliar language requires both careful listening and a willingness to let go of unnecessary nuance. As a writer, it’s fascinating and freeing to let go of the intricacies of word choice and rely instead on simple communication. Although I can’t visit them as often as I’d like (right now), Prague and Paris make my world a brighter place.
2. An ocean breeze.
In moments of stress or sorrow, if there is one place that I wish I could be instantly transported, it would be the water’s edge so I could fill my lungs with salty fresh air. The beach at Tennessee Valley in Mill Valley, California. A pier on the North Sea in Holland. The foggy cliffs overlooking the Bay in San Francisco. A mussel-encrusted jetty in Cape May, New Jersey. A palapa in the sands of Playa del Carmen, Mexico. These are the beaches I’ve known, and they’ll all do quite nicely. Can someone please finish building the teleporter?
3. Loud music.
Yes, meditation and yoga and getting busy with the barbell are all excellent ways to quiet churning thoughts and shake off everyday nuisances. You know what else works? Really freakin’ loud Social Distortion or The Clash or, on the right days, J.Lo. and Barry Manilow. It’s pretty hard to maintain mental whining when I’m singing along from my guts.
4. The post-event de-brief.
One of the most delicious moments of an otherwise good time – a wedding, a party at a friend’s house, a concert, a dinner party at our house – is when the festivities are over and all that’s left is family. That’s when I can banish the gloss of good manners and get real. Do you do that? In the car ride home or washing up after guests have gone home… you talk in an almost-whisper with your husband or dear friend or your mom and conspiratorially share your true thoughts about the (mediocre) appetizer, the (innappropriate) outfits, the (overrated) opening act? I love that moment when I hear the secret thoughts I’ve been holding in come out of someone else’s mouth and realize, “Oooooo! You thought that, too!”
5. Whole-hearted crying, fully-committed laughter.
There is no finer reminder of being alive than fall-down-on-the-floor sorrow, and, equally, unbridled amusement and joy. I revel in them both because we can’t have one without the other.
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