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Saturday, September 28, 2013

My Happy List

I love, love, love John Denver. I’ll never forget that day in the early 70’s (I was maybe 9 or 10) when my older brother Rob had me totally convinced that John “Country Boy” Denver was our long-lost cousin (after all, he’s blond like us, right?). Maybe I just wanted to believe! Anyway, for that half-hour or so, I was one happy kid!

The other day while sitting in my car messing with my cell phone camera, I captured an interesting image, instantly reminding me of one of my favorite Denver songs—Sunshine on My Shoulders—and this fleeting moment of childhood happiness.

I’ve always been on Team Cup-Half-Full and try to look at the brighter side of life, and not because I live in some sort of La-La Land. Oh, no…I’ve lived through many ’a dark day but make a conscious choice every day to turn my face toward the sunshine—toward happiness.

So with this is mind I’d like to share with you (in no particular order) 10 things in this life that make me incredibly happy (my family not included. They are perched at the tippy-top of my Happy List).

Baby Faces: There’s a reason I have nine kids. “Nuf said.

The Mountains: I grew up at the base of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. I skied them every winter and camped in them every summer. Mountain air makes me feel alive.

The Beach: My love of this happy-place is fairly new. I suppose it’s what happens when you marry a self-proclaimed beach bum. I still love my mountains, but it doesn’t take many trips to the beach to be converted.

Books: This is a love that wasn’t developed until my mid-twenties. As I nursed my babies, I read. We were both nourished as we entered a new world. And for the record, my favorite book is Anne of Green Gables. Molly Chambers, the main character from my first published novel, Molly Mormon? was a total mesh of Anne Shirley and Yours Truly, down to the tips of her strawberry blond hair.

The BBC: Downton Abbey, Call the Midwife, and anything Austenesque. My little sis says it’s in our English roots. Must be!

Diet Coke and Hershey’s Special Dark Chocolate: I’m combining these two together just because. They both bring me way more happiness than they should…so much so that they’re mentioned in the acknowledgements of my novel, Shayla Witherwood: A Half-Faerie Tale.

Music: Most of my favorite music (including Mr. Denver’s) comes from the 70’s and 80’s. Why mess with perfection? Paco and I love to attend concerts and in the past few years have seen Earth Wind and Fire, Michael McDonald, Boz Scaggs, Donald Fagen (of Steely Dan), Rod Stewart, Stevie Nicks, Air Supply, Little River Band, and we even dipped into the 90’s and saw The Backstreet Boys.

Dancing: My memories of dancing reach back to the 70’s with American Bandstand and my sisters. I was on drill/dance teams in both high school and college. Today, Paco and I love to dance salsa.

My Dog: I’m not sure I’ve loved any non-human as much as I love this little guy, and would venture to say, I love him more than most humans. He’s part of my family—part of my heart. Mi Panchito!

And last but not least…

Writing: What can I say? There have been times I’ve had a love/hate relationship with it, times I haven’t written much, times when it’s about all I did, and even a brief period when it was taken away from me (long story for another day). All in all, writing is me, my purpose—something I have to do.


What is your sunshine--what brings you happiness? Please share in the comments.


Tamra Torero is Wife to Paco, Momma to nine, Grandma of two, Bakery Manager, author of Shayla Witherwood: A Half-Faerie Tale and co-author of a Christmas novel,The Lost Son, with her son, Preston Norton. Not only does she have a Happy List, she has a Happy Place...and urges everyone to find theirs. 

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Where is your "Happy Place"?

I’ll be in my happy place…

This is my favorite phrase—especially at the end of a long day in the bakery when my feet are screaming to be soaked, or elevated, or massaged, or tranquilized,  and my brain is begging to shift into that passive “mush” mode—you know, that don’t-make-me-think-beyond-turning-a-page-or-channel state of mind.

Aaaahhh, the happy place… Mine is perhaps the most hideous looking, yet comfortable love seat known to mankind—an offering from a neighbor who said, “take it, puh-leeze—it’s yours!” This pillowy, happy place love seat is nestled in the corner of my bedroom next to a desk housing my dinosaur computer—the one not hooked up to the Internet to distract me. You see, not only do I often lay in a vegetative state in my happy place reading or watching my favorite collection of DVD’s (can you say, How many movie adaptations of Austen novels can the BBC possibly produce?), I also do all of my writing there.
 
 

So now that I’ve fessed up, and disappointed you all with the revelation of my true-to-life happy place, I’d like to know what you envision when you think of the words, “happy place.” It will likely be different for everyone, but we can all dream...

Soaking in a Jacuzzi, sipping a tall, cold, diet Coke (or insert your beverage of choice)? <Nodding>
 
 

Kicking back in a soft recliner watching the latest episode of, I dunno… Duck Dynasty or Downton Abbey perhaps? (Yes, please. Downton Abbey.)
 
 

Strolling through the park, slurping the sides of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream heaped into a waffle cone. (Uh, huh.)
 
 

Sitting behind the wheel of a red Ferrari, with no place to go and nuthin’ to do…but cruise the countryside? (Yup, yup…keep dreamin’!)
 
 

Lounging on a white sandy beach…in Maui…with your honey by your side? (Now we’re talkin’!)
 
 

Okay, maybe I got carried away. But most of us associate a happy place with an actual location. Well, I have a proposal…

Why don’t we make our Happy Place a state of mind? A feeling? Someplace we can go to no matter where in the world we are or what trials we may be experiencing.

When I make this mental shift, I can find my happy place in so many “locations” in my mind…and totally transform my physical and emotional state.

I can find my happy place…

…in the smell of my grandson hair.
 

Or the memory of my parents dancing.



I can be in my happy place whenever I'm by my sweetheart's side,


or surrounded by my children,



or watching them surrounded by theirs.


I can even find my happy place in times of uncertainty--times when life seems to flip me upside down--because with faith, and the knowledge that God is always by my side, I will eventually land on my feet. I always do.


So where is YOUR "Happy Place"?



Tamra Torero is Wife to Paco, Momma to nine, Grandma of two, Bakery Manager, author of Shayla Witherwood: A Half-Faerie Tale and co-author of a Christmas novel, The Lost Son, with her son, Preston Norton. She has discovered the hard (or perhaps all-to-easy) way that writing in her happy place can be less-than productive in the reclined position (yes, it's possible but not recommended) if you want to remain awake. Sometimes she doesn't.