I parked outside my childhood home the other Tuesday and started listing things I like. Here's what I wrote down:
I like how every day is pretty much the same and entirely different.
I like the silence of a room laughing so hard it can’t breathe.
I like how the world is just one big Venn diagram.
I like the promise of all the songs I haven’t listened to yet.
I like the way human bodies fit together like jigsaw pieces.
I like how a picture is actually worth a thousand words.
I like seeing muscles on women.
I like someone who brings something new to the table.
I like the dinner table.
I like dancing and not really being that good at it.
I like dimples and wrinkles and scars.
I like the feeling of falling when I’m falling asleep.
I like the way my heart dances when I feel inspired.
I like doing the Wordle.
I like that trees are the reason we can breathe.
I like captivating a room.
I like birds talking to each other in the morning.
I like having a plan.
I like when things don’t go to plan.
I like the foods that don’t have nutrition facts.
I like Mt. Joy.
I like how memories have their own schedule.
I like finding home in people.
I like when lacrosse looks beautiful.
I like the lessons I learn when I lose.
I like how some things are none of my business.
I like good grammar.
I like the weight that everyone’s name holds.
I like when people’s laughs make me laugh.
I like flirting.
I like putting on a costume every morning.
I like when I can feel music in my veins.
I like when people notice I’m not there.
I like having role models.
I like my black sneaker heels that make me 5’9”.
I like how easy it is to pay with cash.
I like when people earn my respect.
I like the power of the word.
I like the punch line.
I like potato chips in my PB&J.
I like people’s natural hair color.
I like feeling like I’m flying.
I like when my favorite people meet my favorite people.
I like not being scared of much.
I like sunglasses on a Sunday.
I like smiling.
I like the reds and oranges and pinks.
I like singing to the steering wheel.
I like being busy.
I like having nothing to do.
I like to see things through.
I like to make no sense.
I like talking to someone without saying anything.
I like to take my time.
I like knowing a lot of different kinds of people.
I like telling a joke.
I like following my gut.
I like writing all my thoughts down on a page.
I like people who just get it.
I like feeling loopy after a late night.
I like the chills and tingles of the morning.
I like going to the dentist.
I like when parents act like college kids.
I like kissing.
I like the smell of an old book’s spine.
I like seeing and hearing the world in color.
I like saying the words “Hi” and “Yes.”
I like breaking the rules.
I like following the rules.
I like how wisdom comes with age.
I like learning something new every single day.
I like losing my voice from using it too much.
I like leaving a place better than I found it.
I like that nothing is forever.
I like feeling alive.
And then, I wrote them down in a more groovy way:
It isn't to say that this is a comprehensive list. I imagine, and hope, this list will grow and shrink over time—someday, I may not like chips in my PB&J, or paying with cash may get rather complicated, and the Wordle will probably die out (although I can't imagine a life without Mt. Joy). But here's just a little snapshot of what was making me :) while stalking my used-to-be front yard the other Tuesday.