We all have those things that make life worthwhile. Those things that if they were gone from our lives we’d just pack it up and nosedive off a bridge or something.
It’s imperative that we nourish those things. Because they revitalize us. They give us something to look forward to. They keep us sharp, either (or maybe both) mind or (and) body. I’m not sure I always put enough time into the things that revitalize me, but most of us do what we can.
Here are a few of mine. Not in specific order, but I am putting my wife first because I like when she’s nice.
Spending time with my wife. She’s my best friend. She’s sort of an ass now and then, but who isn’t? I trust her, I love hanging out with her, and we’re growing old and fat together. Which is sort of cool, I guess. Since we’re not immortal.
Driving cars. I love my convertible. It’s fun. Not so much on the scorching days we’ve been having, but when it’s 80 or so and the top is down and traffic is playing nice, it’s a true joy.
My girls. This is a love/wanna smash sort of relationship. They’re so smart, and so talented. Yet they break my shit. Grrrr. Dad SMASH! But then Dad SMILE! Dammit.
My dogs. Dogs are like our neurotic best friends that can’t understand why you’re not with them 24/7 just petting their head. But they love us as much as they want us to love them. It’s a serious bargain deal for us humans.
Computer gaming. Probably the least useful of the things I like to do, although there is a rumor it keeps your mind sharp as you age. I could probably use that help.
Art. I love making it, and more and more so that’s on the computer.
Building. I like working on the house, or welding a sculpture, or just making a stick man out of toothpicks, to be honest.
Cooking. I’m pretty good at this, and getting better. The other day I made Alfredo sauce from scratch, and it was better than store bought. I did a happy dance.
Writing. This is a love/hate thing. Sometimes I live in the worlds I create. Sometimes I want to get as far away from them as possible. Either way, there is always a plot developing in my head for the current or next book.
Hanging out with friends. Playing cards. Or another game. Or going to dinner. Laughing is good for the soul.
What are your favorite things? Have you ever made a list? Or are they just things you unconsciously take care of?