When I was a little kid I was obsessed with Sea Monkeys. For an entire summer I begged for them, praying to have a Sea Monkey family of my own, as seen on the advertisement, thriving on my very own kitchen counter. Finally, my mother relented and I mailed off my money plus shipping and handling. Several weeks later my Sea Monkeys kit came in the mail. I was overjoyed as I delicately placed the instructions, the specially designed Sea Monkey plastic home for viewing and the three packets, labeled 1-2-3, that would bring my family to life. I couldn’t wait to watch them play ball, eat dinner dinner together and swim laps around their perfect little home. Unfortunately, that never happened.
Lately, I’ve been keeping a list of all of my favorite things. The idea grew out of an assignment I give my journey clients on keeping an attitude of gratitude alive in your daily life. Since I have never given an assignment that I haven’t done myself, obviously I want to live the best life possible too, I sat down with my phone and made a new folder, titling it “My Favorite Things”.
Black cats and goblins and broomsticks and ghosts,
Covens of witches with all of their hosts.
You may think they scare me, you’re probably right,
Black cats and goblins on Halloween night!
Trick or Treat!
Earlier today I went out to go and get coffee. While I was stuck in Saturday afternoon traffic, watching the sad faces of the adults in cars around me, I found myself jamming out to some of my old time favorites: The Cure, The Smiths, New Order, The Psychedelic Furs and…Michelle Shocked. I had completely forgotten about this folksy song she sang called Anchorage. In high school, it had always been one of my favorite songs. If you’ve never heard it the song is about two friends who have grown apart and they write letters to each other, reminiscing about the old days. I can remember laughing with my friends about the day, as if it would ever come, when we would someday be old, and we would look back on “the best days of our life”.