That is the depth of my existence at the moment. I'm going through an incredibly shallow period. I think it's because the tenure application process was like having a baby. I have pregnancy, baby-blues brain. It is manifesting as a make-up and crap-tv addiction.
Thus enters the dwelling on happiness.
One thing I'm pretty sure is true about happiness is that the things that made you happy as a kid probably still make you happy. Gretchen Rubin calls this her "Be Gretchen" rule: you should stretch and grow and try new things, but it's also just fine to acknowledge that there are some fundamental things about you that make you, you.
I made a list of the things I liked doing as a kid (kid as in little kid through high school):
- playing piano
- doing puzzles
- singing loudly along with records by Whitney Houston or Kenny Loggins
- singing in a choir
- swimming in lakes
- playing volleyball
- snowboarding with my friend Stacy
- crocheting big old afghans out of shitty yarn
- reading novels
- organizing and rearranging things
- road trips
- making people laugh
- making out
I'm pretty sure that doing each one of these things now also makes me happy, both in a "this is pleasurable" sense but also in a "deeply fulfilled" sense. So I'm trying to work them in here and there and do less of the shopping on Sephora.
Though if you wanted to get me that nail polish I would not object. Come finish season 8 of Weeds with me and we'll do our nails.