joy in small packages

maybe it's because i got 5 hours sleep last night...but for some reason i've felt particularly alive and happy this morning. i've stumbled upon so many little moments of joy.

here are a few i'll share:

clean mirrors



the first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem. i do. the fact that i had to take pictures of these clean mirrors should give you a clue as to the extent of my neurosis. they were so disgustingly filthy before, and i clean them so infrequently, i felt the need to capture this moment for posterity.

you see, i don't like to clean. well, actually, that's not true. (the second step in recovery is always telling the truth, even if you're halfway through the lie already) i actually enjoy cleaning on those sun filled mornings, when there's no one in the house (or no one is awake) and i can play my music, sing at the top of my lungs and chase the dirt all around the house. such a feeling of accomplishment! but those perfect, quiet, sunfilled mornings don't come around very often anymore.

until today...

i scrubbed and sang my way around the house, and it filled me with joy. really.

my sunspot calling me



i came down stairs to find the clearest blue sky outside the kitchen window (its been rainy and gray for what seems like a week), and this chaise blanketed in sunshine. calling. my. name.


grand central freeze



i came across this funny little video today on a blog i've started to read called Superhero Designs(http://superherodesigns.com/). the post included a link to this improv group in NY called Improv Everywhere. I love their motto: "we cause scenes of chaos and joy in public places" : )

watching this video made me smile and reminded me how fun life can be when we stop sleepwalking through our daily routines and take ourselves a little less seriously. Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwMj3PJDxuo

see more "missions" at http://improveverywhere.com/

and of course...the peanut



















if olivia were a drug, i'd be addicted to this girl. i mean hooked. bad. no matter how much she screams, how much she keeps me awake, i keep coming back to those eyes and, it's over.