Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Things that make me feel amazing...

* Raindrops on roses

* Whiskers on kittens

(ok just kidding)

* Finishing a bottle of any cleaning supply, from laundry detergent to hand soap, from shampoo to body wash. It all feels amazing to finish. I don't know why it just does.

* A random e-mail of 'hello', 'congrats', 'you're so great', 'wanna get together'. Usually I'm the connector and the one that loves to get in touch with people but when they beat me to it, it's like Christmas!

* Finishing the longest run I've ever done (this one changes every time I pass my best). I feel like I can conquer the world (even though conquering the world take more than running 4 miles).

* The first bite of peanut butter chocolate cheesecake from the Cheesecake factory

* Getting a hug from someone who knows how

* Getting a minute to hold a new baby and marvel at it's miraculousness.

* Giving someone a pep talk and having them say 'Thank you so much, I feel better' and knowing they mean it.

* Watching real food grow in my garden (I can't say how excited I was when I saw my first zucchini!!!)

* Taking a few minutes to stand in the rain and smile with someone.

* Having someone 'get' me (especially my sense of humour).

* Catching up the laundry.

* Using up food in the freezer or fridge.

* Looking at pictures where I know people are so happy.

* Remembering our party. (I'm finally feeling the nostalgia out of it - more on that later maybe).

* A warm breeze while I'm sitting in a comfortable chair with my feet up and no where to go.

* Soft socks

* Hearing 'You are good at your job' from someone who means it.

* Having some one's face light up when I enter a room

* Hearing genuinely happy children play freely

* Having a clean kitchen

* Seeing 'No misspelled words' on the spellcheck.

* Time to think.

* A great sleep.

Sometimes I forget

Sometimes I forget.

I don't mean just where my keys are (usually in the door), or my running jacket (somewhere running jackets usually don't live), or how to get to a friend's place somewhere in this city I live in (even after I've been there several times).

I mean sometimes I forget who I am. How far I've come. Who I've forgiven. How beautiful God made me (and others).

I forget that I am not who everyone told me I was when I was young. I'm not ugly. I'm not fat. I don't lack confidence and shy away from challenges.

I forget that I am able. I am fit. I make good choices and I love deeply.

I forget that I've overcome things that always seemed unbelievable to myself growing up or even just a year ago.

I forget that I'm a fighter, yet soft hearted inside.

I sometimes forget that I have intentionally created my life in most ways the way I want it to be. And ... that I love it (for the most part).

I forget that I have people that believe in me, that I'm not stupid or a failure.

I forget that I have the power to change my life like I've done many times before.

I forget that I can .... do anything I set my mind to.

I'm trying to remember.

I am beautiful. I am strong. I am more than able. I am a success. I am God's little girl.

One thing I love about being God's kid is that He is the perfect parent. He never punishes me inappropriately. He never tells me to stop crying because I'm fine. He never tells me 'sticks and stones ... blah, blah, blah'. He always listens, always hears, always loves and .... always remembers.

I'm working on remembering too.