I found a hair at the bottom of my cup of tea thismorning. That makes me not happy. I was tempted to dwell on it. In fact, to torture myself, I raised it from its watery acai-infused grave for a close and thorough inspection. How could a hair end up in my tea? My tea? A cup that I washed in my dishwasher and put away into my cupboard? I don't have hairy cupboards. Or so I thought? D:
What kind of hair could this be? I'd like to divert your attention from the fact that such a gross incident occurred in my home by blaming on those responsible for the tea. Yes, certainly it was the nose hair of a Brazilian berry picker. No, stop. I'm throwing up a little. Honestly, I think it was a little Lacy hair. That makes me feel a bit better (somehow?). Still, how did my dog's fur end up in my cup of tea? That stuff happens to the people featured on Animal Hoarders, not the OCD owner of a 5lb 7" short-haired dog----right? Clearly I'm over thinking the matter----which brings me to my point that it's all too easy to dwell on things we don't like. Rather we should make an attempt to reflect on the things we do like. The things that make us smile.
Tea makes me smile. The more hairless the cup, the better. Seriously though, I get a kick out of selecting, brewing and drinking tea. I could spend 20 minutes shopping for a box of tea at the health food store. For years I boycotted tea because of its effects on my teeth. But now, I let both hot and iced tea----and the occasional latte----make me smile. In the words of Rascal Flatts, I'd like to have the time I lost, and give it back to tea (<my version). It's enriched my life on a minuscule scale. I'm happier, alert, and infused with antioxidants, and stuff like that. I've even recently made the upgrade from Lipton to The Republic of Tea. I know I know----pure FRIVOLITY. But that's how much I love my tea.
It doesn't need to be chilly & rainy for me to put a kettle on. But when it is, it makes me happy.... |
I could probably list hundreds of things right here and now that tend to brighten my every day. But instead, I think I'll let it give me something to blog about. I'll blog every week about something that makes me happy. Maybe every Thursday, because (topic spoiler) Thursdays are my fave(!!!!) and they make me happy. And I'm all about bein apropo.
I gotta say, my brand new background makes me happy! How can yellow chevrons NOT MAKE YOU HAPPY.
Tea, Thursdays, and yellow chevrons = :) :) :)
Three things (I like 3).
ReplyDelete1.The yellow chevrons make me happy.
2.No matter how OCD one is,stuff happens.(hair happens)
3.You can't blame that hair on me.Ha,ha.:-)
YOU make ME happy...