Looking at the World Through Rose Colored Glasses

August 22nd, 2008

These days it seems the tone of my day is determined the second I wake up. Some days I can’t get my eyelids unglued enough to see Anthony leave for work. My body is so stiff I feel like a robot when I sit up. I swing my feet over the bed & before they touch the floor I do a few rounds & flexes of the ankles, only to hear them *crack* *pop* *creak*. I feel so old already. I stand up to take my first steps of the day & I can’t bend my knees. I stumble to the window, lift one slat of the blinds with my puffed up fingers, then sit back down on the bed. I can’t wait to own my body again. While I am thankful it’s out on loan for a very blessed reason, I crave the day that I can move as I used to, fit into the clothes that whisper longingly to me from my closet & drawers. I know it won’t be all back to normal once Ella Faye makes her appearance, but at least I’ll be able to see the light. Some days I just don’t feel like a person anymore.

So, I thought I could compile a list of things that make me happy. Simple pleasures sought after that make me feel like myself again, that make me feel like the individual I used to be. Rose colored moments, if you will:

• Baking anything & checking through the oven door just before the timer rings that it’s done
• Opening a new tub of peanut butter, seeing the soft swirl & thrusting a spoon into it
• Threading my sewing machine (this is a newly discovered pleasure, but it’s become so rhythmic, it’s delicious)
• Waking up at 4am & seeing the soft glow through the blinds
• Gloomy, drizzly days for crafting
• Sitting outside a coffee shop in the wintertime (especially if it’s with someone special & if crochet is involved)
• The smell of ink inside every children’s book
• The first song of Christmas
• A little smutty TV now & then (such as The Hills, because I watched the season premiere the other night between Olympic events. And I felt guilty.)
• Happening upon songs that carry such a rich memory or scent from a pleasing time
• Noticing my grandma’s pinky fingers on my own hands
• Feeling Ella hiccups in my belly
• Flowers in vases
• Dandelions anywhere & everywhere
• Playing cards with my family
• Sitting in the airport, watching the arrivals & reunions of strangers & their loved ones
• “Sleepless in Seattle” playing in the background while I sew
• Weekends dedicated to doing nothing but anything Ant & I want to do (we are long overdue for one of these)
• Making my friends & family laugh (at me)
• Peeking out the front door window to see a package peeking back at me
• Seeing our “9 o’clock families” at mass on Sunday mornings
• Opening the window to see “Gmail-Inbox (2)”
• Watching the kittens’ paws twitch as they dream
• Anything that involves Anthony
• Opening the can of espresso in the back of the fridge & taking a gigantic whiff
• Eating cherry pie filling out of the can

I’ve listed more than I thought I would. Most of these are attainable any time, any day. I just need to remember to search them out or notice them if they’re in plain sight. I know there are so many more simple pleasures that just aren’t coming to mind now. List some, if you will, & tell me what brings you joy in the best tiny ways.

Here’s to a wonderful weekend full of simple pleasures for you & yours.

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