Hanging on to The Good Times instead of the Bad

4 05 2008

Do you ever wonder why we are so quick to share & take time to ponder the bad stuff, but the good stuff we let slip away so quickly?


I’ve had multiple failed attempts at keeping journals over the years….I do it for about the first month or so…when things are rough and I just need to get it all out…but then, when life returns back to normal, when the good stuff happens, I can of forget about writing…kind of sad, because there are so many great things that have happened in my life and the only journal entries I have are about the bad ones…So, here’s a look back at all the good stuff in life…the stuff to remember when life gets you down…stuff to be thankful for…


·        First kisses.

·        That first time he tries to hold your hand, and he’s as nervous as you, and he’s not sure if you’ll hold his hand or smack him…and your just thinking, would you hurry up and do it already!!

·        Driving in the car with the windows down, the wind blowing your hair back, and singing to the corny oldies on the radio at the top of your lungs.

·        Finding unexpected treasures on the clearance aisle.

·        Working your butt off, and at the end of the day sitting back with a cold drink, appreciating how damn good it looks.

·        Mornings on the porch with just a cup of coffee, the birds and squirrels…that perfect patch of time before the rest of the human world emerge.

·        An unexpected song on the radio that takes you back…

·        Giving the old neighbors something to talk about.

·        Being lucky enough to feel like you belong to two families.

·        Spring showers that linger only long enough to water the flowers (so you don’t have to).

·        Coming home from a long trip, and realizing how great you have it.

·        Old couples (are they not the cutest??)

·        A good piece of chocolate.

·        Going to run down old-timey stores for hand-dipped orange-pineapple ice cream cones. (In the convenience store we always went to when I was growing up, they still know my name.)

·        Never really being able to leave home.

·        Cleaning out the attic and coming across a box you’d forgot about years ago, and realizing it’s full of childhood treasures…getting to rediscover your childhood all over again.

·        That last gentle kiss after lovemaking…the one that makes you feel like in that one moment before you fall to sleep…the whole world is right.

·        Walking on the sidewalk on a crisp fall morning and hearing the crackling of fallen leaves below your feet and secretly wishing you could blow off work and make a big pile of them to jump in…

·        You’re never too big to be a Toys R Us kid.

·        Philadelphia cream cheese…accept no imitations.

·        That time when your flowers are just starting to bud and you just want to scream at them to hurry up and bloom already, but they make you wait…just because they can.

·        Sunrises.

·        Sitting down with an elderly person, and getting to relive their childhood…. (My great-grandmother, who was a very gentle person from my understanding, ran off my grandmother’s uncle once with a shotgun because he touched my grandmother inappropriately…the things you learn by shutting up and listening.)

·        Getting to take a nap on Sunday afternoon.

·        Going home to visit, and having your family drive you nuts until you are anxious to get back, but the moment you get back, you miss your family.

·        Being proud of a sibling and wanting to kill them at the same time.

·        Watching the squirrels play in the front yard (they are such interesting little creatures).

·        Waking up every morning and getting to start the rest of your life.