I love picking up a Q and U in scrabble at the same time. I love playing on old and dangerous playground equipment. I love wearing underwear fresh out of the dryer. I love the smell of gasoline. I love wearing jeans tucked into boots. I love discovering the perfect pancake-to-maple-syrup ratio. I love feeling like a princess after walking outside and being dusted with freshly fallen snowflakes. I love achingly scalding showers when it's freezing outside. I love drinking hot coffee on my chilly walk to work. I love being able to wear gloves and scarves and pea coats. I love live music. I love terrible cover bands. I love the roar of 70's muscle cars. I love deciphering archaic text. I love long phone calls with old friends and eating homemade grilled cheese sandwiches. I love being terrible at yoga (but still enjoying it!). I love doing anything that makes me feel like a caveman. I love leftover cake. I love the muscle soreness that follows hard workouts. I love the smell of the coffee aisle in the grocery store. I love swapping smiles with strangers. I love greasy chinese food. I love getting a buzz after a long run. I love crying*. I love smiling and thinking about the past. I love the fact that my future is unwritten.
I love living.
*Studies show that emotional crying (versus dry-eyes crying, onion crying, or eyelash-in-your-eye crying) actually releases a myriad of crazy hormones that relieve tension by balancing your body’s stress levels. If you’ve ever heard people say ‘I’m okay, I had a good cry,’ then it could be because crying helps straighten out your chemically crooked self right when you need it most. And let’s face it — that’s a lot better than holding it all in and shorting out all your inner circuitry.
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