Friday Five: What makes you feel good?
1. What is the one outfit/piece of clothing/accessory you own that makes you feel incredibly good whenever you wear it? Why? I've recently (in the last few months) started wearing holy medals. They remind me of my faith every time I move. As Jessica put it once, though, they've dashed my plans of robbing a house. I also have a purple t-shirt from Old Navy that I absolutely love. I'm still wearing it even though it has a little hole in it. :x
2. What do you do to make yourself feel better when you're in a funk? Find some people. Usually "in a funk" for me means I'm lonely.
3. Has anyone ever surprised you in a way that let you know you were special? How? Maura brought me a
Hairy Otter mousepad after winter break. That made me feel loved, and showed how much by obsessions define me.
4. When you are having a "good day," how do you spread the happiness to others? I try to spread happiness regardless of whether I'm having a good day or not. No one likes to be around unhappy people, and the best way to make yourself happy is to pretend like you already are.
5. What is one thing that puts you in a bad mood, no matter how good you were previously feeling? Rain. It sucks the most when I'm caught in it, but even when I know I won't have to go out in it, I automatically scowl.
Tonight on
Jeopardy!, in the category "What's Up, Doctine?", the Daily Double was about the Petrine doctrine (the current pope and all those before him are direct successors of St. Peter, the first pope). I almost didn't get it, but I remembered just before the contestant did. Man, I love that show.
As the title of this post implies, today is the Solemnity of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Here's a good
act of consecration to the Sacred Heart if you're interested (via
Moneybags). I do the readings from the lectionary every day, and I read them out loud to myself both for lectoring practice and to hear them in their "original" form. Today's second reading was three sentences long, but I swear I had to stop to breathe about ten times. Then I had to read the whole thing over again because I didn't understand. Oh, St. Paul, you were not a fan of being concise.
