A dedication

This blog will be dedicated to myself and to you, dear reader, for the sole purpose of finding happiness in the small things that happen throughout my day...and maybe inspire you to do the same. Finding happiness is now my life goal, so, that being said, here goes nothing!

Day 1
March 26th, 2014

No work today, and having the option to sleep is always wonderful. Woke up with the love of my life, J, sleeping in the room adjacent to mine and an empty house. I enjoyed not being cornered for waking up late or forgetting to pick up my shoes. I was also able to walk into the room where J is sleeping and cover his feet with his blanket...I can always count on at LEAST one foot being outside the bounds of his blanket.

Breakfast consisted of soyizo and eggs, turkey bacon and refried beans from good ole El Pato...oh! and Tortillas mom made especially for J and I. Although we spent most of breakfast watching trailers of upcoming movies, and having to repeatedly ask J to get me a piece of frozen banana/peanut butter breakfast was peaceful. We were able to be loud, although this option was not necessarily used, the fact that it WAS an option made it even better.

I was able to see two episode of my favorite British show, Diary of a Mad Fat Girl. Yes, I do indulge in YA TV shows and novels. A dear, dear friend of mine gave me the brilliant advice in not having shame in what you indulge yourself in. My indulgences happen to me that of romanic adventure of young adults. Ah...it somewhat pains me to admit it, but hey, there's no use in lying to yourself, right?

The later part of my day consisted of reading/taking an exam/working out at the REC/stuffing my face with ridiculously delicious food from my people. My workout was good, I enjoyed the last part which was mainly stretching...teehee! I was struck by how flexible I've become. Granted, I'm already pretty damn flexible but being able to practically do a split and put my head on the floor without various degrees of pain was damn well applause worthy. Anyways, on with the food! Who ever gets diarrhea from Mexican food is damn well eating some good shit. And by 'good shit' I mean incredibly spicy, BUT enriched with smokey, drool-inducing salsas slathered over a couple of tacos shared (with someone special, of course) and a butter-soaked medium--and by medium I mean that bloody thing was the size of a football, medium--potato. Yeah...I'm still digesting. HA!

A while ago I felt the urge to massage J's feet, and I figured nothing was stopping me, so I did. It was nice to unexpectedly do something for J that he would help him relax while he read an ebook he downloaded earlier today.

That's pretty much it for today.

I wish an abundance of happiness for you all.