000, 001, 002…
my copy of this book was given to me by my grandmother over a decade ago. my copy is well-loved, water-stained, full of photographs tucked in, highlighted and underlined, and always out on a shelf.
years ago i started leafing through it at random and highlighted the ones that i identified with, crossed out the ones i didn’t, and reflected on the things that i had to be happy about.
my friends and family followed suit, so my copy now has years and years of notes from other people, their thoughts and things they are happy about, and this makes me very nostalgic, but the good kind.
i suppose that makes it 14,001 things.
looking through it today, i still find new things to highlight.
this makes me happy.