This Thing I Do

Once, early on during my recovery, I started making lists of every little thing that made me happy during the day. The list included every random, miscellaneous thing that would instantaneously lift my spirits and make me feel happy, humbled and grateful at the thought that it really didn’t take much, after all… There was so much satisfaction in simply writing those little lists, the process itself was so comforting and therapeutic. I would often go back to those lists, re-read, add more things to them, rewrite them all over, just for the sheer satisfaction of being reminded over and over again that

“when you come to think about it- it’s the simple everydayness that makes up for everything… it’s this everydayness that contributes to this overall happiness that I am feeling now… orange juice in the morning, apple and walnut crepes in the afternoon, late evening ride to downtown, watching the string of lights at night as the cab takes me home… going to bed tired yet knowing that the morning is going to bring yet another wonderful day and it’s all that matters…”

And that happiness itself was this ability of experiencing every single nuance of the day, the usual, the routine, the mundane, and still derive the greatest satisfaction from living it day after day, one beautiful moment at a time, instead of waiting for that abstract, big and wonderful thing that I used to picture happiness as, to never happen.

My list of entries were as random and miscellaneous as they could be, from “waking up” and “drinking orange juice in the morning” to

“smell of freshly baked bread, as I pass by the bakery on my way to work…to think about all the labor that goes into making it, from growing the wheat to grinding it to flour, to putting the dough in the oven, to make sure that there’s fresh bread on our tables every day…”

“This morning I made breakfast for him. Left his place with a smile on my face…”

“Oh the decadence, raspberries and truffles, overpriced bagels and apple walnut crepes, hours spent at my coffee shop, lazy afternoons as I sit and watch the city from above, slanted rays sliding over the rooftops… Late night outings, loud music and laughter, endless talk, and the rhythm of the day and night, day and night as I’m living every moment of a life that I once dreamed of and am watching now to turn into my reality…”

"It's amazing how you continue living your life day by day in a way you've always lived, doing the same things you ordinarily do and yet with the knowledge that every day is bringing you closer to whatever you've set to accomplish. It's a wonderful feeling..."

These days being happy has become my default state. How i got there from being constantly, chronically depressed and apathetic is next to a miracle. However, i wonder where i would be if i hadn't learned to appreciate these very little things, almost ridiculous in their simplicity, and yet making the bulk of this very everydayness that my younger and depressed self so desperately tried to escape.

• Waking up in the morning before the alarm clock, to the whistle of the train. Half asleep stumbling to the kitchen to get my daily dose of bliss and calcium that a glass of orange juice provides.

• Morning runs on Monument Avenue, as I look at those big houses and realize how truly beautiful they are and how different from where I grew up.

• Running downhill, wind blowing on my face, with a feeling that’s the closest that I’ve come to experience to flying.

• Strawberry jam and waffles on weekend mornings.

• Cooking a meal for something other than me.

• Pretty, colorful, summer dresses…

• Painting my toenails.

• Catching myself say “fiiiiiine” and “niiiiiiiiiiice” in a still slight Southern drawl.

• Dave Matthews’ “I love you oh so well, like a kid loves candy and first snow…”

• Haagen Dazs Vanilla Bean Ice Cream (not to be mistaken with plain Vanilla).

• Rain at the end of a hot, summer day.

• Those few minutes before falling asleep, as I feel like I’m sinking into a warm, soft pit, soothing and comforting and yet already impatient for the coming day that will dawn tomorrow and start everything all over anew.

• Still, after all I’ve been through and all I will be going through, after all tentative planning and consideration, being able to look at future “as if I were in a brilliantly lit haze, shifting and flickering according to my changing desires…” (Doris Lessing).