LMAO... I have something I -usually- use in my life I call 'Rampant Hedonism'.
I've described it elsewhere as
Essentially do something fun at least once a day. Like really fun. Bone deep, flashing eyes, feel good everywhere fun. ((I haven't been able to do this one for ages, much less lately. Still try, when opportunities present.))
What cracks me up, was I was in a really dark place at the time I wrote that, and I could only remember that piece of it. Been climbing out of that place, and have been remembering the rest.
It mostly has to do with awareness & choice & emotionally connecting myself to... Everything. The end result was that I was creating a sanctuary. Both stationary (my home) and mobile (c'est moi). From the clothes I wore, to the bedding I slept in, to the tools I used. If I owned it? If I intentionally brought it into my life? It was pure joy, or as close to it as possible. Piles and piles and piles of feather comforters, fur blankets, Tiffany lamps & stained glass, clean/clear/uncluttered lines of sight, clothes that felt like water sliding over me, or air, or oomph. Silks, and leather, and canvass, and tailoring. Great coffee. Amazing friends.
Nothing I felt "meh" about. Nothing that was "good enough". Both in the "stuff" sense, as well as the relationship sense, as well as the action sense.
If I'm going to clean? Sure. I can clean. Or I can put on music, order pizza, have a beer, and clean. The second one? That's the choice that makes things fun. Rampant hedonism meant/means, finding the fun/the joy/the bliss in everything I could, as often as I could, in as many ways as I could. Mundane or extraordinary.
Needs must means hardly everything falls into bliss. But choice? Any time I had a choice, I chose that which would bring me joy. That which I could get excited about, feel peaceful about, connect to in some fashion or other.
I did this homeless as well as moderately wealthy. In THEORY easier to do wealthy. But forming the emotional link is the hard part. So, honestly, it didn't matter if I was choosing a pile of bricks to sit on, or a house to buy. If I was going to look at it, feel it, taste it, hear it, move in it, whatever... Deliberately choosing that which was beautiful. To me. This cracked piece of concrete over that one.
