A Study in Lists: 10 Things That Bring Me Joy
[This is part of a challenge I’m going to undertake in which each week, I write and post at least one list to Medium. It’s an attempt to make me write more, and I love lists. :) This one in particular was inspired by Jessica Semaan’s beautiful piece “What Brings You Joy”, definitely check it out.]
- Watching films with my mother. She is the reason I am in love with movies, so it is only fair that she is the best movie companion. Whether it is in the comfort of our home or in the theater, it remains one of my favorite things to do with her.
- Drinking coffee with my best friend. Sitting in a coffeeshop, whether it be our usual spot or some place new, and just talking about anything and everything, laughing so hard that it hurts. It is a tradition I hope never ends.
- Exercise. Never in a million years did I think this would make my list, but the feeling after a really good workout where you can barely breathe and your body literally aches with pain and strength and work is one of the best feelings ever.
- The laughter of my family. Everyone in my family has incredibly distinct laughs. It is the one thing I never thought I would miss when I left home, but I very much do.
- Wanderlust. Exploring an unknown place, soaking up the culture, feeling the city flow through my veins and fill my lungs. Embracing the feeling of confusion, translating it to one of learning. Wandering with or without a destination.
- Solitude. Being alone can be difficult. Making peace with my thoughts when I’m by myself is one of the hardest things I’ve done, and it is a skill I have yet to master. However, it is also one of the most rewarding.
- Progress. Whether it be an essay or the weight of the dumbbells I lift at the gym, progress in any of its forms allows myself to feel pride. It is a chance for me to see the fruit of my labors. I’m actually getting somewhere. This isn’t all for nothing.
- Puns. Seven days of puns makes one weak.
- Phone conversations with old friends. I am separated by many of my old friends by hundreds, sometimes thousands, of miles. While nothing is a substitute for face to face interaction, there is something about hearing their voices that cannot be achieved through Snapchat or Twitter.
- Words. Reading and writing have been passions of mine for as long as I can remember. Numbers may be dependable, but words are versatile. They can be manipulated to incite love, hatred, and laughter. They can transport you, they can be your weapons, they can break you and put you back together again. Reading an author who knows how to spin words like magic, writing about something that makes words spill out of me like water, there is nothing else in the world.