Happiness is a warm list.

With the particular job that I have, the temptation to become a grump or a chronic complainer is an enticing one.  I'm sure not all of you have to police hormone-crazed inner city kids all day, but I'm betting that the temptation to be Negative Nancies is just as common.  So, I bring you an un-ashamedly cheap writer's trick: a list of things that make me smile.  I need it, simple as that.  Maybe you do too.

  • The milk in my bowl of Smacks, after I've finished those glorious puffed kernels of corn.
  • Actually getting to wake up one day a week after sunrise. (my Saturday Starbucks shift has been moved to 9 am instead of 5:30 am)
  • The old lady I run into in the elevator, to whom I have passed on the phrase "Men: can't live with em...definitely can't live with em," and who lectures me about not being appropriately dressed for the cold
  • Death Cab
  • Snickers bars at any given hour of the day and night
  • My acoustic guitar
  • Waking up early, getting up, moving to the couch, and falling asleep again, all a deliberate plan to have the incredibly short-lived pleasure of the feeling of going back to sleep
  • Big hugs
  • The video at the top of this page
  • Kayleigh Jacobs, my pastor's baby.  Something about babies just makes my day.
  • Eisley
  • Any sort of high-five, pound, or hybrid
  • The moments before I fall asleep when God whispers, "I'm taking care of you."
  • The looks Will Gwynn and I give each other during worship (usually when one of us misses a cue...but also when we're just straight up having fun)
  • Texting Tim Harrison, "LONG-DISTANCE BETRAYAL FIVE!!!" at random intervals
  • Sunday naps
  • This video
  • Re-enacting this video in random places
  • Remembering things like, At least I haven't been stabbed yet.
  • Hooking my iPod up to the system at Starbucks so we're listening to my playlists as we work
  • Ice creams.  Lots of it.