Happy Birthday to Me! (Also, 37 Things That Make Me Happy.)

It’s my birthday!

I’m 37 today, and grateful for every moment of this life. I feel like I was 16 two seconds ago. Isn’t that strange? And while I’m older, I don’t know that I’m necessarily all that wise. I do think I’m wiser than years past, though, and this year, I think the most important thing I’ve learned – which I already knew, but man, has it been a lesson learned and relearned this year – is that you can choose to be happy.

My mom always told me that happiness is a state of mind, but I don’t think I ever really understood it until this last year, when I’ve had to choose to keep going, to smile, to find the good things, over and over. And choosing to be happy this year doesn’t mean I haven’t been sad, because I certainly have. But there’s so much in my life to be thankful for, so much that makes me happy, and I know, even in the darkest moments, that in my life, there is light.

All of that to say, in honor of my birthday this year, here are 37 things that make me happy.

  1. Annie and Merlin. I love those crazy animals, and they make my life brighter just by existing and sneezing on me.
  2. Graham. Of course Graham. All these years we’ve been together, and he is still my guiding star.
  3. My family and friends. And now we’ve covered the big three. But seriously, I’m surrounded by kind, loving, creative, wonderful people. They inspire me every day.
  4. The dewy green smell of fresh cut grass in summer.
  5. Fresh brownies right out of the oven with a cold glass of milk.
  6. Cake. Any kind of cake.
  7. Going on adventures. Big adventures and small adventures. I just like exploring.
  8. Learning something new.  
  9. Picking out a new book to read.
  10. That bittersweet feeling when I’ve just finished a really good book.
  11. Candy. I love candy the way a kid loves candy. I could, in fact, eat it for dinner. But my 37-year-old body disagrees.
  12. Doing something that scares me. I’m not good at this, but I do always feel proud of myself when I’ve been really afraid to do something and then I’ve done it anyway.
  13. Old trees.
  14. Pretty flowers.
  15. A rainy Saturday with a cup of tea.
  16. A sunny Saturday on the patio with friends.
  17. Playing music with people who love to share their music with me.
  18. Playing trivia. Even when my team loses.
  19. Mayonnaise. On fries. With some hot sauce mixed in.
  20. Apparently, just food. Lots of food on this list. But not ketchup. Ketchup is trash.
  21. Getting up early enough to watch the sunrise.
  22. Sleeping in with Graham and the animals on a Sunday morning.
  23. That musty, familiar smell that somehow exists in every antique shop ever.
  24. Christmas decorations. I put them up earlier and earlier every year. We’ll see what happens this year, though, with Baby Girl due right around early December.
  25. People who laugh at stupid jokes. No need to be serious all the time, right?
  26. Howl’s Moving Castle. The book and the movie. They both just make me smile, every time.
  27. Clean laundry. Especially if someone else puts it away for me.
  28. That moment when I’m writing and I know the story’s done. You know that moment? That’s such a cool moment.
  29. The Blue Ridge Mountains. My home. No matter where I go in this world.
  30. Really good craft hard cider, especially if it’s made with heritage Virginia apples. If you’ve never had cider made with Virginia Hewes crab apples, you’re missing out.
  31. Driving down country roads in the fall. No better way to see those beautiful autumn leaves.
  32. Wood fires.
  33. Looking up at the stars in winter.
  34. And while I’m thinking about winter, snow.
  35. Our pokey, cozy old house in this wonderful little village. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.
  36. Collecting weird knick-knacks. Bonus points if I have no idea what they’re meant to do.
  37. Just being alive. I know it sounds cliché, but I’m here. Right now. I wake up every day and I can make things and do things and meet people. It’s amazing!

I hope that 37 is good to me. I hope that this year is full of laughs and fun and good memories. I know I can’t control everything that happens, but I can control how I choose to live. And I choose to live happy.

*A quick note – I won’t be posting on Monday. Taking a small break for my birthday weekend. 🙂 But I’ll be back on Wednesday, August 16th, hopefully with an exciting kitchen update!*

The Year of Joy and Abundance

That’s what I want this year to be. Graham and I have dealt with a lot of loss and sadness in the last several months.

Just yesterday, we attended a memorial celebration for a good friend who died, suddenly and tragically, of CJD. It’s an incredibly rare disease – he would have had a better chance of winning the lottery – and it took him quickly. I still can’t believe he’s gone. I expect to see him, still, when I walk into his favorite bar, sitting there, beer in hand, ready to chat and just have a good time. The celebration of his life yesterday was wonderful, full of friends and food and music. He would have loved it. It felt odd that he wasn’t there. He was always up to celebrate.

I went to bed last night feeling grateful for my good health and for Graham’s. And for our life – our beautiful home, our crazy animals, our supportive families and our awesome friends. We have good things. I just want more.

This year, I want to gain, and not lose. I want to celebrate, and not mourn. I want to laugh without feeling bad about it, and smile with my whole face. Talking to some of our friends yesterday, they’re feeling the same. There’s just been so much loss over the last few years, for everyone, all over the world. And so this is what I wish for all of us:

A year of joy and abundance.

So if you’re out there, feeling like we do, know that I’m thinking of you. I’m pulling for you. I’m sending you positive thoughts and happy vibes and so much love. You deserve it.

I do, too.

In Search of Happy

I’ll post 2023’s short story theme soon – hopefully by Monday. And I’ve got some good, exciting things on the horizon, creating-wise. But y’all, I’m just struggling.

I’ve wanted 2023 to be a fresh start, but 2022’s parting blow combined with everything that came before combined with some noisy construction combined with my general anxiety combined with this new fear I have that things will fall apart if given the opportunity (wait, that’s still anxiety, isn’t it?), it’s all got me distracted and frustrated and really out of sorts. I’m just sad. I’m sad, and I’m stressed, and I’m worried. Not sure what I’m worried about, but I am.

So, for today, I’m going to read, drink some tea, try to focus on resting my mind and my heart, and think about writing and short stories and such tomorrow. In the meantime, you can do me a favor:

Send me some recommendations for happy-making things. Your favorite books, movies, and music, board games and card games that make you smile, activities that always leave you feeling better, little moments you try to take for yourself – whatever makes you happy when you need it, leave it in a comment below. Because I need all the help I can get.

I know things will be better soon. I just hope soon means soon.