Day 81: “Bottle It Up!”
I’d like to bottle up pure joy
And keep it for a rainy day
Something to wash over me
And make everything okay
I feel it sometimes
When I’m purely in the present
It’s hard to remember
When I’m lost in my head
I’ll say it now
So maybe I’ll remember
I can make my joy
I can bring me peace
Day 40: “Feelings of Happiness”
The fall feels like Christmas to me
which feels like happiness
so does watching “You’ve Got Mail” any time but especially at Christmastime
and so does watching “Practical Magic” in October
and “One Tree Hill” and “Gilmore Girls” in September through early December
New York City when I was younger felt like taking a full breath
and strutting down the street
in a rom com
after you met the love of your life
now, it still feels that way but less naive
like the end of “How to Be Single” when she tells the taxi driver she wants to go home and he says, “I don’t know where you live, lady!”
Reading on a rainy day
listening to the thunder and seeing the lightning
feels like summer growing up
and like watching “Twilight”
and like reading “The Hunger Games” for the first time
and then watching it for the first time in theaters
jumping when the mutts chased Katniss and Peeta through the arena toward the cornucopia
A sunny morning walk
feels like Sunday
making pancakes
and cuddling
a trip to a coffee shop
walking by a park filled with dogs
like listening to “Banana Pancakes” by Jack Johnson
and “A Sunday Kind of Love” by Etta James
and “Sunday Morning” by Maroon 5
Watching snow fall
feels like being a child again
beautiful
peaceful
like listening to “Don’t Know Why” by Norah Jones
like I’ll get to miss school tomorrow
Those are all things that make me
unbelievably
and irrevocably
happy
I love that feeling
I wish it was the fall
Don’t you just love New York in the fall?
Faking It Made 