I’m on day four of quitting coffee and I’m groggy and sleepy and grumpy. I didn’t think it would be so hard. Especially because I’m not going caffeine-free cold turkey. I’m allowing myself a small amount of tea a day. But boy oh boy do I want to punch something right now (if punching didn’t require so much energy, that is).
There are real problems in the world. So many, in fact, that this blog has grown dusty and dry like a West Texas summer because writing about myself and my own issues has felt selfish lately in the wake of, well, everything. But I thought I’d wipe the tumbleweeds away this morning and write something positive. Oops. Okay, I’m not exactly nailing the good vibes yet but I’m gonna keep fucking going because that’s what the bracelet my friend gave me says and I’m too tired not to follow orders.
Are there things that bring you quiet joy but you’re not sure why? I’m not talking about obvious stuff like watching your children laugh (or in my case, watching my dog snore), I’m talking about things other people wouldn’t suspect you enjoy. Know what I mean?
I’ll give you an example. For as long as I can remember, I have overly-enjoyed toweling off after a shower. Specifically the act of rigorously drying my legs. I don’t even know if I can articulate why. Perhaps it’s the feeling of getting stuff done. As in: Look at me! I have showered, I am drying myself, I am ready to face the day! Maybe it’s because in that moment I realize I’m lucky to have legs, strong legs that take me through my day, to yoga class or walking the dog, or dancing in the kitchen. Or maybe I’m thinking too much into this and I just -for whatever reason- like a good dry leg.
Other weird things that bring me joy:
The feel of a large heavy bracelet or watch on my arm. (Do I have a limb fetish??)
Stepping on dry leaves.
When a female bartender or barista calls me “darling” or “dear.” Must be the Texan in me.
My TBR stack of books balanced precariously on the edge of my otherwise organized bookshelf.
And that’s all I can think of right now but listing them did make me feel better, if not more awake. I hope you have a wonderful day full of small quiet joys and good dry legs.
Send caffeinated vibes.
2 thoughts on “Small Quiet Joys”
Love this, Kendra. Good luck staying off the caffeine (I need to try that too!) and, just so you know, I’ll never again not think of this post when I’m drying my legs after I shower.