Jul 08 2010
I realised that I spend far too much time in this blog grumbling and crying and carrying on. So, today I am going to focus on 8 things which make me smile. And by smile, I mean grin like a ridiculous cheshire cat-human hybrid creature without the awesome disappearing properties.
1. Having wonderful friends that don’t object to me dancing for the hell of it, all by myself.
2. Eternal Optimism
Every week, I enter one of the Pioneer Woman’s contests. Every week, I hope and hope that I will win. And when I don’t, I shrug philosophically and enter again the next week!
Awesome kitchen goods, one day you WILL be mine….
3 Tattoos and Piercings are <3
Even if I don’t end up being able to afford it, just the thought of getting a new tattoo or piercing is enough to make my heart lift a little. It was an addiction that started when I was 18 and got my first tattoo (the day before my HSC exams commenced, when I probably should have been studying, but oh well). Almost 7 years on, and I’ve planned out my third tattoo, and will hopefully be adding to my piercing collection (look out ears, I’m going to make swiss cheese of you!)
Of course, I have to be conservative. I do work in a profession which requires me to look, well, unfortunately, how people expect me to look. So no dramatic facial piercings. No overly large tattoos. Conforming to some stupid ‘standard’ irritates the hell out of me, but what can a girl do?
And hey… you know you want something when you are willing to bleed for it.
4. My Wonderful Mother.
The woman who engulfs me in a giant bear hug every time I come home. The woman who really doesn’t understand why I do the things I do, but loves me anyway. The woman who bent over backwards trying to find me a good psychologist because she knows I don’t have the strength to do it myself. The woman who always tells me I’m wonderful, no matter what.
5. My girls.
You’ve seen the kitty shots, you don’t need to see them again, right?
You should all have gathered by now, I really love to talk about cooking. Take pictures of cooking. Eat my cooking. Ponder how I could improve my cooking.
There is nothing more wonderful than taking handfuls of raw ingredients, chopping, mixing, whipping away until it comes out as something much more fantastic than the sum of its parts.
7. Twitter and IM clients.
You all know I live in the middle of nowhere. I’m somewhat socially awkward (if that first photo doesn’t SCREAM socially awkward, I don’t know what does), and that awkwardness is further hampered by the fact that every time I go out, I seem to be forced into conversation with the parents of my students.
So, the internet is my lifeline to people that I love. And, surprisingly, most of the people I love I met on the internet. If I ever develop teleporting powers, the people on the internet would be the first people I would visit; their homes the first place I would go. I am pretty sure they would expect nothing less.
It also gives me such a range of people to share experiences with. To smile with when something in their life works out. To cry with when something goes wrong. To celebrate with and to discuss things with. If anything, my life is richer because of these people.
No, this doesn’t mean I’m ‘sad’ or ‘a loser’. It means I’m not afraid of forming meaningful relationships in different ways to others. I like to think that makes myself, and all my friends, rather special.
I have had some fantastic experiences in my life. Even when things don’t pan out, it’s nice to remember that, once upon a time, I felt like that, and it felt wonderful.
Like the time I convinced myself that, if I REALLY wanted it, I’d be able to fly. That jump off the trampoline felt fantastic for the split second I was in the air, believing it had actually worked, and I was soaring. The subsequent thud to earth did not do anything to ruin that – it just convinced me I had to try harder next time.
Some of the experiences I had while travelling. I actually managed to let someone in to my life for a couple of weeks, which is really unusual for me, and I never felt happier. Sure, it worked out rather horribly in the end. But the fact that I managed to trust someone, and let myself care about someone, is well worth remembering, as is the perpetual grin I had on my face for those two weeks.
The time I went skydiving. It’s very hard to worry about anything when you are free falling from a plane!
So, try and think of something wonderful in your life. Something that made you smile!