Life. My grandma. Diet Coke. Musicals. Rainy afternoons. Seeing the stars. Watching movies. Finishing a good book. Writing. Slippers and my fireplace. Looking through pictures and scrapbooks. Good hairdays. Late night chats with a girlfriend. Coming across the perfect scripture right when I need it. Seeing my favorite people at the grocery store. Observing Ambien aftermath. Audrey Hepburn movies. Sharpies. Hugs. Pedicures. A successful batch of chocolate chip cookies. People who go out of their way to say hello. Reams of paper. Getting real mail. Listening to music that's way too loud. My deluxe snuggie. Croissants with Nutella and strawberries. Ikea. Girls camp. Finding cute shoes that actually fit. Our family cabin. My piano. Rhonda (may she rest in peace). Pillows. Quoting entire movies. Trees. The satisfaction that comes from making my bed. My leather bracelet from Musical Productions. Pictures. Driving home from the temple with wet hair. Trying on someone else's glasses. Summer. Knowing I made a difference. The social aspect of calculus. Winning a game of Solitaire without cheating. Grocery shopping. A text, an email, a note, someone taking a minute to tell you they care. Vacations. The moments when life feels like a movie. Napping on the tramp. My bedroom. Having exact change. Cute puppies. Hanging out with my mom. Children's books. Hot tub parties in the middle of winter. Hiking. Playing in the sand. Therapy sessions with good friends. Reading through yearbooks. Being spontaneous. My friends and family. Knowing who I am. Being me.
*Inspired by Kira Johnson and Amy Nielson*
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