An ordinary day—making bean soup, dusting, cleaning the kitchen, talking to my mom, working, sticking to my new eating plan. Nothing to get excited about.
But I’ve found many reasons to feel good today.
The cereal I discovered at Amazon, organic cornflakes sweetened with fruit juice instead of sugar are SO good—crunchy and yummy.
Watching the stove go from greasy to sparkling is so satisfying.
Seeing Ducky curl into a ball to rest after her romp in the woods makes me smile.
Did you know brown rice cakes can actually be tasty? Spread them with a little garlicky hummus, and they’re a savory treat.
I have clean sheets on the bed. The taut coolness is like a spa treatment for my skin.
The house is orderly and fresh. It’s fun living in rooms you’ve redone to suit you.
I love red.
When Tim leaves to run an errand with Ducky, he kisses me and says, “love you.” He does the same when he gets home.
When he calls me from another room, he says, “Hey, beautiful?”
Life is good.
I can even ignore the relentless creditor’s phone calls. Oops. NI!
I may be getting the hang of this “find ways to feel good” thing.
We didn’t win the lottery last night. NI!
But how do I know it’s not growing bigger just for us? I don’t know. So I’ll decide that’s what’s going on. It makes me feel good.
I don’t have a specific number to focus on like Cynthia Stafford did. I just want enough to be gloriously free. I want to leave 50 percent tips for great service in restaurants. I want to send my friends big checks just because I love them. I want to give to animal sanctuaries. Have you heard of the Elephant Sanctuary in Tennessee? A very cool place. I want to donate to it and visit it someday.
This is where my thoughts are today.
Oh, and it took me only 8 days to write a 63 page proposal/outline plus 70 pages of sample chapters for my book, the memoir, Puppies Interrupted—The Story of Muggins, Me, and Our Unfinished Work. Woo hoo! It’s done. Tim will be submitting it for me next week.
Like I said, life is good.
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