The first day of a vacation, i.e. what today is for me. (I’m coming for ya, Allyssa and Iowa and South Dakota!)
The first sip of a large Diet Coke with vanilla from Sonic, because it’s extra vanilla-y.
Reading in a pool, your body half-submerged as the sun warms your shoulders and arms.
When you flip on the Food Network and the Pioneer Woman is on. She’s fantastic.
The crunch of a tortilla chip dripping with creamy jalapeño sauce from Chuy’s. UGH. I melt.
A perfectly clean room.
When you sit down to write and your brain actually spits out ideas.
The first time you listen to an album or a song, and you end up loving it. It’s the magic of listening to lyrics for the first time, you know?
When you used to work at Disney World and you visit for the first time in over a year, and Russell from Up remembers you and walks you to the Wilderness Explorer Clubhouse. (Oh, Disney. I MISS YOU.)
Receiving snail mail from your friends. Just sayin’ hi.
Sitting between the shelves of the local library, writing. You feel so official.
Actually seeing–not FaceTiming, not texting–your best friend for the first time in months. (Tomorrow, tomorrow!)
The tickle of your dog’s tongue on your nose.
Watching baby birds evolve: from aliens to gargoyles to feathered gargoyles to real life birds.
Long drives by yourself. You sing at the top of your lungs and no one judges you when you zone out to think about life and stuff.
And on that drive, you’re able to think of new story ideas and blog posts (like this one) and you feel energized and creative and productive!
And, finally, the satisfaction that comes with writing your thoughts down. There’s nothing better.