Catnip

Cats love catnip. It’s a well established fact. I was watching my cats roll around in theirs today, and I realized something. We all have our own personal catnip. Something that we thoroughly enjoy, that gives us the heady, free feeling of a high. For some, it might actually be a drug that does that. For others, a food, or a person. Maybe an experience.

My personal catnip? Storms. They never fail me. A good storm (or even a quick, not so impressive storm) makes me feel alive. Giddy, cheerful, awake, uplifted… electrified (yeah, I said it). The way the wind blows through the surrounding area makes me feel like it is blowing out the cobwebs in me, too. It’s a fresh, take on the world sort of feeling. I love it. (And at the moment, I hate living on the west coast. Today’s pathetic drizzle is the closest thing I’ve seen in months. I am jealous of the rest of you, even with your below freezing temperatures.)

So tell me, what’s your personal catnip? What wakes you up and makes you feel good?

Hello

I’ve been thinking for days now that I’d like to write a post. Honestly, I just have no idea what to say. My life is wonderful and awful all at once. I find things to make me laugh and things to make me cry every day. I absolutely hate hunting for a job. Really. It’s exhausting.

I’ve decided to start taking free college courses online. Nothing too serious. It’s ¬†been a long time, and I’m not even sure I can handle the ones I’ve chosen. It’s just Roman Architecture and a nutrition class. Shouldn’t be awful, but I admit I’m a little intimidated.

And, thanks to a friend who shared it on Facebook, I found this lovely post. It isn’t perfect, and it’s a little painful. But it is beautiful. And sometimes, exactly what someone needs to hear.

http://thebloggess.com/2014/01/strange-and-beautiful/