I’d like to have some sort of a column where I would list all the small and basic things that bring me joy in the every day life. I notice them as it is, but I figure sharing would be akin to writing a gratitude list. So here is volume one. My goal is to write these at least twice a month. I’d wager there will also be repeats, as some of the things that bring me joy are systematic. Like, for example…
Nail polish
Mine is a very bright blue this week. I haven’t painted my nails in a long while, so this was a welcome change.
That first sip
Just like the cups say. First sip of a coffee you love is the best. Ah, glamourised addiction.
Potted flowers
I’ve been adding some plant friends to my sills and shelves, and this last one has been keeping me especially cheerful. It’s a begonia, and it looks wonderful. I have to keep it out of the reach of cats, as begonias are poisonous, but thankfully this particular plant enjoys indirect bright light, so I can just keep it on the shelf above my desk where my cats don’t go.
My pink sunglasses
Pink is by far not my favourite colour, but I love these sunglasses. Perhaps because the frame is the most subtle thing about them, and the reflective lenses are more green and yellow than anything else.
A good book
This year has been a decent reading year in terms of volume so far, but not so much in content. My current read is My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry by Fredrik Backman. This book and I had a rocky start, but it gets much better after about 5-6 chapters. I’m really glad I didn’t drop it. You can find this book by Fredrik Backman here on Amazon/ Google Books.
(Yes, I’m wearing HP pyjamas in this photo.) If you’re unfamiliar with the plot of My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She’s Sorry – it’s a story of a young girl Elsa whose grandmother dies, and leaves behind a sort of a quest for her granddaughter. It’s a journey of self-discovery and growth for the child, as well as the people around her. The telling is intertwined with a lot of allegory and metaphor from Elsa’s and her grandmother’s personal mythology. As the “quest” progresses, Elsa discovers that a lot of this ‘myth’ is based in reality.
As mentioned, the first couple of chapters didn’t do it for me, but after I moved to chapter 8 or so, this book became the only thing I think about. I hope to finish it this weekend.