happiness – Faking It Made

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 98

Day 98: “Painting”

Sometimes I think I could be a painter

I like to wet my brush

And see what I can create

I always start from something else

Usually an Albert Marquet painting

I like the nature

Mixed with European architecture

I see how well I can mimic

I take creative liberties

Usually on the colors

And dumbing down the design a bit

To something more in my wheelhouse

I have a lot of fun

And am almost always proud of the finished product

Even if my paintings look best when you’re standing far away

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 91

Day 91: “A New Start”

I saw a video online that jumping 50 times to start your day makes you happier

I will say,

Today it did give me a boost

I’ll let you know how it goes

Boots on and off the ground journalism

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 81

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

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 40

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?