Friday, May 30, 2014

102 Bits of Happiness

Two years ago I wrote a post listing 101 things that make me happy. I think this is super important for all of us to do, especially when we're feeling down. This time I will write 102 things that make me happy. I challenge you to do the same. Don't over think this. Just write down whatever comes to you.
Ready. Set. Go.

  1. Homemade popcorn. 
  2. Sound & smell of rain.
  3. Baby laughter. 
  4. Cozy pajamas, especially my Dwight Schrute and Ron Swanson t-shirts. 
  5. Being kind. 
  6. Smiling. 
  7. Petting my cat. 
  8. Hiking. 
  9. Spontaneity.  
  10. Hugging. 
  11. Laughing. 
  12. Inside jokes. 
  13. Nutella crepes.
  14. Telling my family I love them. 
  15. Hearing my family say that they love me. 
  16. Honesty. 
  17. Loyalty. 
  18. Homemade tacos. 
  19. Going to the movies. 
  20. Studying really hard & it paying off. 
  21. Making someone smile. 
  22. Helping someone. 
  23. Volunteering.
  24. Hanging out with my cousins. 
  25. Hanging out with my friends. 
  26. Reading a book. 
  27. Writing down great passages from books into my notebook. 
  28. Collecting quotes. 
  29. Pinterest. 
  30. Talking to people about their passions. 
  31. Asparagus. 
  32. Italy. 
  33. Gelato. 
  34. Switzerland. 
  35. Paragliding. 
  36. Skydiving. 
  37. Listening to someone hum. 
  38. Listening to someone sing (well, preferably).
  39. Drinking macha green tea with honey and warm soy milk. 
  40. Smell of cedar shavings. 
  41. Smell of sage. 
  42. Rocking chairs. 
  43. Hot chocolate from Cacao.  
  44. Going to different churches. 
  45. The Oregon Coast. 
  46. NPR. 
  47. Radio Lab. 
  48. Snap Judgement. 
  49. Blogging. 
  50. Thunderstorms. 
  51. Lightning. 
  52. Spaghetti. 
  53. Raspberries. 
  54. Mangos. 
  55. Farmer's Markets. 
  56. Picking up trash from off the streets. 
  57. Babysitting. 
  58. Petsitting. 
  59. Writing. 
  60. Audiobooks. 
  61. Road trips. 
  62. Traveling. 
  63. Utah. 
  64. Southern California. 
  65. Cafe Rio. 
  66. Ginger Ale. 
  67. Mojitos. 
  68. TED Talks. 
  69. Learning about the brain. 
  70. Sending out letters to people who inspire me. 
  71. Ping Pong. 
  72. Water Aerobics. 
  73. Frisbee. 
  74. Making films. 
  75. Improving. 
  76. Camping. 
  77. Smell of camp fires. 
  78. John and Hank Green. 
  79. Being a Nerdfighter. 
  80. The Fault in Our Stars. 
  81. The Hunger Games. 
  82. Jennifer Lawrence. 
  83. Willem Dafoe's mirror scene from Spiderman. 
  84. Jimmy Fallon: I told my kids I ate their Halloween Candy. 
  85. The Count Censored. 
  86. Concerts. 
  87. Parents Singing Frozen. 
  88. Ellen Degeneres. 
  89. Showers. 
  90. Brushing my teeth.  
  91. I'm gonna kick his ask. 
  92. The Art Assignment.
  93. Mango Lemonade.
  94. Cows. 
  95. Yoga. 
  96. Flying First Class International. 
  97. That feeling of relief after I pee. 
  98. Michael Scott. 
  99. Dwight Schrute. 
  100. My life plan is to...
  101. Jimmy Fallon Lip Sync Competitions. 
  102. Chocolate cake. 
What are some things that make you happy? 

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Thursday, May 15, 2014

That Time My Horse Knew Better

Hola! Here's one of my favorite stories about my horse Red. I just sent it in to Chicken Soup for the Soul today, but who knows if it will be published. 

Nine. That’s how bad the pain was that day on a scale from one to ten, ten being the worst pain imaginable. I didn’t understand how a person could still be alive with this sort of pain ravaging their body, but here I was, alive, and by God ready to compete no matter how agonizing it was.

After letting a few tears shed within the privacy of my bathroom stall I splashed three hand-fulls of icy water over my face and then forced a smile for my friends and family.

Tacking up my Thoroughbred Red was an absolute nightmare, any kind of motion I made with my spine felt like stabbing knives or a raging fire. I rolled my eyes, gritted my teeth, clenched my fist—did anything I could do to deal with the pain without crying because if I cried or looked sad or remotely pained I knew I’d get pulled from the competition and deep down I had an ominous feeling that this might be my last.

Here was the thing, a little over a year ago from this moment I had a major back surgery. My L4 and L5 were fused with four titanium screws. Six months later my surgeon allowed me to get back into the saddle. While it temporarily fixed my agony, the pain slowly returned after months of riding again and not only was I riding again, I competed too! I jumped, barrel raced, leaned off the side of my horse to snatch up flags out of the ground while going full speed, and herded cows. As you can probably imagine this wasn’t necessarily the best thing for my spine, but it was something I loved doing, even with the pain. I had no intentions of ever giving it up.  

            So, despite the agony, I slipped my foot into the stirrup and mounted up. I took Red over the small warm-up jumps a couple of times and quickly began to panic. I panicked because my spine hit a new level of pain. A level that caused my temple to throb, sweat to dew across my forehead, and caused shortness of breath, but even with this torture going on I continued to conceal how I truly felt from everyone. Even refusing to take water from my mother because I was too afraid she’d see the truth in my eyes.

            “Yancey?” A lady with a clipboard shouted out.
            I gave her a little wave.
            Nodding, she told me, “You’re up next hun.”
            Here was my moment, I could have pulled out. I could have said no—part of me even demanded this. To compete, I thought, would have been suicidal. However, this other part of me—the stubborn and more competitive part—thought that to pull out was synonymous to being a failure and obviously I didn’t want that and thus I answered, “Thanks. I’m coming.”  

            My friends and family lined the railings of the covered arena as Red and I entered, setting foot on the freshly plowed bark. I collected my reins and squeezed my calves into his sides, urging him into a canter. As we approached the first fence Red began slowing down. Squeezing him harder, I asked that he go faster, but he wouldn’t. Instead, he did something he’s never done before with me, which was come to a sudden halt. Looking to the judges, I knew this would be counted as his first refusal. Two more and we’d be disqualified. He refused to step foreword, he’d only go if I pulled him to the side. I cantered him in a small circle and led him back to the jump, but again, he stopped dead in his tracks. I tried once more and the same thing happened. We were disqualified.

            As I exited the arena my friends and family were shocked. “That was so weird,” one of my teammates said. “Yeah, Red’s never done that before,” added my mom.
            Frustrated, I dismounted from the saddle, which was a tall drop from my Thoroughbred. The moment my feet hit the ground, an explosion went off in my spine, causing lighting strikes of pain to shoot down to my toes and a scream to burst from my mouth. Immediately, I began sobbing, feeling as if my world was crumbling around me.  

Later after getting x-rayed we found out that at some point after I began riding again I cracked two of my four titanium screws completely in half, meaning I had to get another surgery.

This was over four years ago, but it’s something I’ll never forget. I truly believe animals have souls and can know us better than we know ourselves. Red was my guardian angel that day and I’m so thankful that he stood up for me at a time when I wouldn’t even do it for myself. He’s been one of my best teachers in life.

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