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30 Things That Make Me Smile

I'm doing this prompt today:

Make a list of 30 things that make you smile.

  1. My service dog 🐕. She makes me pull my hair out sometimes, too, but she's my Best💕.
  2. The forest🌳, especially when you can't hear traffic. I love the smell, the feel of the proximity of nature when my eyes are closed, the firmness of rocks and trees, the distant sound of rushing or trickling water.
  3. York peppermint patties. Enough said.
  4. Playing the flute ᭦♭ . It's really cathartic, too.
  5. Completing a drawing I like.
  6. Completing (writing) a poem I like.
  7. Shopping online
  8. Sewing relaxes me most of the time, but sometimes it stresses me out.
  9. Seeing certain family members, the ones I visit, is nice but draining, too
  10. Seeing a bird outside.
  11. Seeing a cat.
  12. Petting a cat.
  13. Holding a cat.
  14. Hearing a cat purr.
  15. Feeding a cat.
  16. Taking care of a toddler.
  17. Volunteering in a special ed classroom (kids), but my mental health makes this hard to manage, anymore.
  18. Gardening (small garden)
  19. Solving a logic puzzle
  20. Getting published
  21. Being validated
  22. Hearing from my mom
  23. Feeling like people know I love them even when I can't call as much as I think they want me to
  24. Seeing certain friends
  25. Playing Dungeons and Dragons Online is sometimes smile-inducing and sometimes stressful
  26. Writing a blog same as above
  27. Very young kitties
  28. Very young puppies
  29. Real Simple magazine
  30. New stim toys 
A few of these things actually make me smile, and others are just things I like. I don't make facial expressions in response to the same feelings that a lot of people do. I make them in response to extreme emotions or when I feel they're socially required, but I can be quite happy and have a flat affect. 

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