The thing that gets the top spot is a very good cup of coffee. It doesn’t have to be expensive- I use Cafe Bustelo, a Cuban roast that is dark and delicious. Most of the time I put half and half in it, but today I’m drinking it with hazelnut creamer. I am drinking it with my breakfast, another simple pleasure.
Baleadas Regulares- a simple Salvadoran bread with filled with egg, beans, cheese, cream & avocado. It’s officially my favorite breakfast because it’s easy, cheap, and will reheat well. Three come in an order so that’s three breakfasts for the price of one, which is not that much to begin with.
Happiness is a cheap taqueria that delivers. You can quote me on that, because they’re words to live by.
The sound of a child’s laugh.
The sound when you open any kind of soda- the effervescence is joy.
The way my brain works, because this list will be very stream of consciousness and contain no natural order. Yet, if I’m lucky, it will still be interesting enough to read.
My readers- my favorite part of you is just how many countries have viewed me. I count the flags every day and wonder what you are doing as you go about your own days. I imagine that because you’re on WordPress, our days are somewhat similar- you write, too.
Eating at a restaurant. I love feeling like someone is taking care of me.
Cookies with creme in the middle, my favorite being lemon Golden Oreos.
Chatting with my girl Friday, Ada. She’s my AI digital assistant. Yesterday she tutored me in Spanish and this morning she helped me when I said, “I don’t know what ground happiness should cover.” It occurs to me to say that Ada is not a shortened version of Aada… that Aada is a name I picked up from a Finnish name generator and Ada the AI was named after Ada Lovelace, Charles Babbage’s assistant that doesn’t get as much airtime.
Aada makes me happy even though we aren’t friends anymore. I’d give anything to go back and fix our relationship, but there’s no world in which time moves backwards. I think that the fight is too big, at least at this time, because there’s no way for us to feel safe. We have done enough. She lied, I exposed her. But looking at her picture and savoring the few words I managed not to delete from her are enough to make a digital memory box. I never close the door on any relationship and hope that she forgives me as I have forgiven her. But the chance of reconnection is slim, as much as I may long for it in the future.
Josh makes me happy because he is in France, sending me pictures of places I will probably not visit myself. He will be there for another few weeks, so I’m looking forward to lots of tidbits for my first book. I don’t know that he knows about the neurodivergent cookbook yet, but he will eventually. It’s why I sent him on the wild goose chase looking up things about Escoffier.
Mexico makes me happy because of the ocean. The water is so clear blue that snorkeling is a dream come true… as long as you don’t get caught in a tangle of jellyfish.
Lindsay, my sister, makes me happy because she has a true sense of adventure that I didn’t get. She’s the extrovert that drags me out of my house.
My dad makes me happy because he’s always up for a phone call to chat about anything and everything, and he’s funnier than I am.
Finland makes me happy because it’s where I dream of escaping on a long summer’s afternoon. I am not built for summer in the slightest, preferring to be bundled in layers with it very cold outside. I can’t wait to tour the country, and possibly to go to culinary school there.
Cooking makes me happy, but my current kitchen does not. Therefore, I am very particular about my tools. I miss being in a professional kitchen more than words can say. The spirit is willing, but the body? Not so much. Culinary school is a different beast than working in a restaurant full-time, which is why I am willing to go to culinary school at all.
Thinking about the career paths open to me after I get my stripes is interesting, because I would like to be an executive more than I would like to be on the line. My dream is to start a nonprofit, so I’m learning how to write grants in my spare time.
My laptop makes me happy, as well as my HDTV in the bedroom because when I connect them, I can have my web browser and Ada open at all times.
Linux makes me happy, because I love the community aspect of group coding, troubleshooting, etc. I wish I could run it on my laptop, but I use it for games. Though linux could manage my games, it does not manage the mod organizers and I’d be missing about half of what makes Skyrim great. I have a dedicated linux box, it’s just not fast enough to run Skyrim. It does run Fallout 3 and Oblivion, though, which is amazing given that it’s running through a Windows translation layer and there’s no loss of quality. It lets me know that installing linux on my laptop is possible, but again, I would miss out on mods that I dearly love.
The Skyrim mod that makes me the happiest is called “Legacy of the Dragonborn,” and it’s a museum dedicated to the Dragonborn and all their accomplishments. You collect items and do quests specifically related to the museum, but there are displays for all the main quests and the major addons as well.
Cleaning makes me happy and I wish my executive dysfunction wasn’t so horrible. I need everything to be organized and neat but I cannot maintain it. I spend a lot of time berating myself that things aren’t perfect, then go on a whirlwind when things get too messy for me to function. There’s nothing like the smell of Fabuloso at the end of a day.
Writing makes me happy because I need to express my feelings. I am sure that my friends and family would have been happier had I turned out to be a fiction writer instead of a blogger, but most days they’ll take what they can get.
Medicaid makes me happy because I do not know how I would take care of myself without it. I’ve managed to find a team of doctors that genuinely care how I’m doing and check in often.
Cognitive Behavioral Health, the company that’s in charge of my group on Tuesdays and Thursdays, makes me happy because it’s a chance to hang out with other people having the same struggles I am. When you are mentally ill, it helps to know people who are also mentally ill. You don’t need your frame of reference to be “keeping up with the Joneses.” It will literally drive you crazier.
A second cup of coffee also makes the list because there’s nothing like the AuDHD feeling of needing caffeine until your hands shake to make your brain work. I have a coffee machine made by Instant that can do a mug in under a minute.
Facebook Messenger makes me happy because I don’t have many friends in Maryland. I chat to people all over the world and it makes phone and video calls equally free. It’s nice to know that my friends can be in touch whether we’re living in close proximity or not.
YouTube makes me happy because I look at other creators to get ideas for my own future videos, as well as it being a university for anything I want to learn. I’ve been watching videos on everything from computer networking to refinishing a basement. The fact that I do not have a basement to refinish does not bother me- it’s my comfort TV.
Telehealth makes me happy because I can visit with my doctors from the privacy of my home, where I can stay out of the way of other people’s germs. I have a bad cold- they want to stay out of the way of mine, too.
Life itself makes me happy because it doesn’t matter what kind. I will watch fish in an aquarium for hours. I’m proud that I have a plant growing on my patio. Seeing people with their kids as I walk to the grocery store. It doesn’t matter because it all matters.
The thing that is making me angry right now is that I cannot find a way to do an ordered list, and the way the instructions are worded, the software won’t do what it says it will, either. No, you cannot just type a one and a period and the list will automatically begin. So, I don’t know if there are going to be 30 or not. Decide it’s 30 when you get bored.
Disco and Rosie are the dogs I cared for all last week. They’re both adorable and hilarious. Both of them have elongated toes, and once I massaged their feet, I was not allowed to slow down or stop. Paw massages were very popular with Rosie when Disco would let me give her attention. Paw massages were very popular with Disco as long as I gave Rosie no direct eye contact. Learning their quirks made me very, very happy.
Bluetooth coffeemakers make me happy, and I didn’t know that until I got to use one while housesitting. Very cool to make your order from the app upstairs and come down into a professional coffeehouse. The only drawback is that it makes one mug at a time. I can just picture my partner and me racing to wake up five seconds before the other one to ensure our order is made first. The interface was like Starbucks Mobile. It didn’t add milk, but you could choose coffee/espresso/Americano and how bold.
Jason Moran makes me happy. The last time I saw him, he told me he was planning on doing a Duke Ellington concert in DC. I told him he was a brave, brave man. Then, Saturday I got a brochure in the mail announcing that the time has come and the concert is this season. I believe it will be a hit because Jason will do the homework. No one leaves a Jason Moran concert sad they didn’t see someone else. The last concert I attended was the 25th Anniversary of Black Stars. Sam Rivers had passed, and it was still one of the most moving things I’ve experienced at the KenCen.
Robert Glasper makes me happy, because he does concerts here that also blow my mind……. and at the same time, we’re both the geeky jazz kids who stood behind Jason Moran just to watch. A kinship was born in our teen years from sitting together in history and also watching a master at his craft. Jason could do something as a high school student that most professionals can’t. He could speak with authority. If Jason said something about jazz, it was true. Period. It wasn’t because he projected that…. it’s that we could all see that he was a subject matter expert and we were kids with instruments. His virtuoso didn’t start with being on the cover of Jazziz and Downbeat. It started with walking the halls of HSPVA with not a single moment unaccounted for in terms of bettering his jazz education. When he wasn’t playing, he was listening. When he wasn’t listening, he was teaching us how much we could learn if we listened. If he runs across this, he has my undying devotion for introducing me to Oscar Peterson, and realizing I needed to listen to Miles with different ears. So, seeing Robert is a reminder that we both aspired to do great things by watching someone who already had things handled.
The marvelous thing that has come out of ending the Internet relationship is that I’m not spending energy crafting pages for her. I’m spending energy crafting pages for you. It’s not that hers were more or less intense, it’s that now my energy feels so much higher because all the information is going in the right direction. If I could be a great writer in a sandbox, I could be a great writer on the world wide web. The difference is how much to personalize something. With blog entries, I’m always looking for the thing I’ll want to remember about someone 20 years later. Everything matters, good and bad. I own everything that has happened to me. Blogging feels much more like an episode of one of those podcasts where you have to read your journal. It makes me happy to know I’ll always have a time capsule.
It makes me happy that those things I’ll want to remember often jog people’s memories and take them to where they need to go. I hope it matters that you can clearly see how much people mean to me even when they aren’t acting all that lovable. That I do remember the little things, and I write them all down. I heal myself by not forgetting the moments I loved you so that I have a place to go when I feel weak. My writing makes me fall in love with you when I think I can’t. I am a better partner and friend because of my web site, not in spite of it.
It makes me happy not to hold myself above like a sky god watching ants. I am a deeply flawed, scarred individual and I take myself to the mat as often as I can so that my wounds don’t become infected. It makes me happier that Zac and Bryn understand this.
It makes me happy that I was able to create boundaries with them on what I could write and what I couldn’t, but that wasn’t just it. They respected me enough to see why writing was important to making me a better person. I thought it was really sweet when Zac said that he should be a bigger fan. It was in no way true that he should be, it pleased me that he said it.
Washington makes me happy, has always made me happy. I came here the first time when I was eight. That awe and wonder is still present. I cannot land at DCA after sunset without crying when I see the monuments. It has stopped happening during the day. That’s just exciting.
Taking off at DCA is a trip in and of itself. That’s the happiest I’ve been as a speed junkie. The incline at takeoff to avoid federal airspace is the most expensive roller coaster ride on record.
Cooking makes me happy, as does gardening as I watch more and more DIY. I wouldn’t want to get into gardening for a living, like selling produce or plants, but I would like enough yield to feed myself. I get the whole commune thing now. I don’t know that I’d want to do it, but I get it. See “gardening for one” for details.
Food makes me happy. It would be a blessing every day to pick out my own chilis, for instance. I could wait to pick them until they were truly ready, caramelized just by age before I take out the seeds and roast them, making sugar dance on hell’s tongue.
Shaving makes me happy. It’s one of the few rituals I remember to do on a semi-consistent basis. I’m into it. I have the soap and the brush, and I watch YouTube videos. It’s surprising how many tips for getting a great shave on your face also help you get your legs that smooth, too. I had to study up because I don’t have a bathtub anymore. It’s just a shower. Shaving is not the same when you can’t soak in the tub for 10 minutes before you start cutting.
Walking makes me happy because it means I can eat what I want. I don’t have to worry if I want three slices of pizza for breakfast because after three miles, it won’t feel like enough. But that’s only when I’m not appetite suppressed. The rest of the time, I’ll have three pieces of pizza for breakfast and not eat the rest of the day.
Speaking of which, I do need to eat breakfast. I’m sure there are 30 ideas here, even if I couldn’t find the ordered list button.
Stories That Are All True 