Day 4 – #100HappyDay Challenge
Stepping outside this morning to take the trash to the curb, a crisp autumn breeze greeted me. It caught me by surprise. Instead of the normal Houston heat I’ve grown use to, a cool 60 degree early morning dawned. I paused, inhaling deeply, savoring the crisp air, goosebumps rising along my bare arms. I smiled knowing that this quiet happiness was a wonderful gift to start my day. And that it wouldn’t last long, according to the native Houstonians, cool days are rare jewels in a long string of hot.
A friend told me that there is nothing better than October in Houston. She is so right. My happy moment today was a quick lunch with a new friend on campus and the walk outside.
I’m not sure why I let the press of the day prevent me from indulging in lunch and a break from the work day. Listen to me… lunch is an indulgence! When did that become my norm? Shouldn’t it be an every part of my day? But sadly, like other things in life, I push it aside for other “more important” activities.
But maybe I’ve been short changing myself… maybe it’s time to remember that a mid-day break is more than feeding the body, it’s feeding the soul and refreshing the body.
Day 2 –
There is nothing better than puttering in the kitchen. Unless it’s cooking with a friend and sharing the creation of a yummy, delicious meal taught at Sur La Table.
100happydays challenge | Can you be happy 100 days
“Every day submit a picture of what made you happy!
It can be anything from a meet-up with a friend to a very tasty cake in the nearby coffee place, from a feeling of being at home after a hard day to a favor you did to a stranger.
#100happyday challenge is for you – not for anyone else.”
How can I resist this little documentary of happiness? I honestly saw this and figured I’d have to dive in. How about you?
@ Ritual in Houston for brunch.
I RSVP’d for this Meetup online ignoring the nerves that tend to start jumping whenever I step out of my comfort zone. But, seriously, brunch is harmless. Plus it’s my favorite kind of meal… the perfect start to my happiness challenge.
The Heights, a trendy Houston neighborhood, is about a 30 minute drive from me. The drive into town was easy on this beautiful October morning. Arriving to Ritual, I parked on the street, but they do have complimentary valet service which I recommend since parking can be a challenge. The restaurant has both inside and outside dining and has a pretty hip vibe which I enjoyed tremendously.
I met Kerrie, the host of the Meetup and what a sweetheart! She was so charming and had place cards for folks and chocolate mints! A lady after my own heart. Chocolate makes everything ok. She was an expert of putting people at ease as they wandered in. I met a great group of people that I might have never crossed paths with if I hadn’t signed up for a Meetup with strangers. LoL. I didn’t get to chat with everyone but there’s always next time.
I indulged in biscuits and gravy and a Sunday Funday mimosa. Definitely a a good way to enjoy a Sunday.
I woke up excited to go into the office. Working at home has its perks, but living by myself in a house that echoes with silence makes a girl yearn for some friendly chatter. It’s 92 degrees, the sun is shining, blues skies soar above me. I can’t believe it’s October. And I love it. The vast difference between Alaska and Houston makes my head spin at times. But I don’t miss the chill in the air as the snow marches down the mountain towards Anchorage. As I stepped outside, minus a jacket, I greeted the early morning with a giddiness usually reserved for vacation. Yay, I get to go to work today!
Magic is everywhere. Sometimes it’s hidden behind the everyday pile of laundry, discovering that single sock missing it’s other half. But if you look hard enough and, believe with all your heart, you just might see that ordinary life is a beautiful fairytale – missing socks and all.
Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person. Colossians 4:6 ESV
I sometimes struggle with saying the things that need saying. The clear, succinct words in my brain tumble in fragments and split into mixed up letters making strange, incoherent sentences that make absolutely no sense. And then other times, out pops just the right thing, at just the right time with just the right meaning. That’s GRACE. And, you know what, I’m usually never aware of when that happens.
The crazy thing is, the Spirit works in ways that we aren’t aware of. He uses us, our mixed up words, our imperfect perfect actions and creates amazing, unknowing impacts on others. I remember a time when I was walking through the airport in my own little bubble when a man approached me. I didn’t recognize him. But he beamed at me, thanking me for something I had said during one of many training sessions I had held a year ago. I don’t remember what I had said or the words used. But I’ll never forget the happiness and enthusiasm of this man in the middle of the airport. And I still can’t remember what I had said to leave a lasting impression.
Words have impact.
Let Grace sprinkle them with just the right seasoning.