This might seem ridiculous to some, but it can be harder than it sounds. For the next few weeks, or however long you choose. Find two small things that made you smile over the course of the day. Even when the world has offered you, your rump on a silver platter, there are still those little things out there. I'm calling out a challenge to find them. Find one, post it here. On average people smile a minimum of 50 times per day. What were those reasons? I have two right off the bat: Hot water and wifi access...
My cat playing "kitty cave" with me. (It's a game for cats and humans of all ages) Loaves of Puerto Rican bread from Alex's bakery down the street. I swear the man bakes heroin into them. I can't get enough. I sometimes go twice a day to get them right from the oven, hot enough to burn your hands.
My boyfreind's jokes and my kitten Red. Combine the two and their antics leave me gasping for breath from laughing so hard.
Oreos with milk. Movies so bad you know you should hate them, yet still watch everytime they happen to be on TV.
Everyone on this forum. Reading a favorite book with coffee/beer, not caring how genius/stupid the book is. I just love that I'm reading something and learning from it.
The time in the very early morning where nobody in my town is awake, all of the business and house lights are off, and the only light source is the moon. That's my Thoreau moment. Also, caffeine.
A gorgeous sunrise and hearing about my manager's newly-adopted rescue kitten bouncing off the walls. And that's all before 9AM. I smile a lot every day.
A nice plate of bacon and eggs, and poetry (Robinson Jeffers, WB Yeats, Earle Birney, etc. etc. etc.).
Filling up yet another 100-page sketchbook/realizing I'm getting better at drawing slowly but surely, and doing everything and anything with @KaTrian every day.
The first hard frost after the leaves have flown, the air is dense, heady with the crumbling. Overhead Orion wheels and Sirius shines, there is nothing beyond the bluffs but a rim of white and pale green. Each breath hangs, weaving a veil. The cold is aboslute, stark in it beauty. This is what I see from the backyard as I go to shut the gate, a moment of ancient stillnes. The ability to navigate in the dark without tripping on the obstacle course of Rue's toys scattered across the living room.
Rue because he knews when something is going to go south and the fact that he didn't alert last night. He just kept my toes warm. Yes, he's just a dumb dog, but he's my dumb dog.