Isn't that what blogs are for anyway? For us to talk about what we want, what we like? It's also what I use counseling for. But I won't talk about that stuff on here.
As I'm sitting at work thinking of how much I don't want to be here today, I started thinking about things I love. Not people, that is too obvious. But things. I know that things shouldn't bring me happiness, but sometimes they warm the soul. And even on hot summer days in the South, a little soul warming never hurt nobody.
I love Coca Cola. And Cherry Coke is pretty awesome too. I know they aren't good for me. I don't care.
I love a good book. Reading is one of my favorite things to do. And I admit I'm not as fond of the Kindle. I'm trying, though.
I love rain. I love the smell of it, I love the sound of it, I love the feel of it. I have vivid memories of playing in the rain when I was young.
I love autumn. The crispness in the air is like a foreshadowing of things to come. Of warm apple cider and beautiful colors.
I love a freshly made bed. Pulling back the covers when going to bed is like unwrapping a presesnt. Even though you know what the present is you know you are going to love it.
I love getting small tokens from people. For me, it's a sign that they thought of me, that I was important to them. I know it is greedy, but it makes me feel loved in return.
I love the beach after 5:00 pm. When the blistering heat and crowds are gone and you can enjoy the breeze and your thoughts alone.
I loved listening to my grandfather tell stories. I love for all men of that generation to tell stories of their lives.
I love watching baseball games in person. It makes me feel like a kid.
I love to hear the national anthem. I cry and get chills every time.
I love to get letters/cards in the mail. I don't do this enough for my friends and I vow to be better.
Lastly, I love to watch people love each other. Random people, people I know, it doesn't matter. I love to watch people be sweet to others. It gives me hope.