There is scientific evidence that one particular food makes us happy. The studies showed that when we eat it the centers of our brain responsible for emotion show positive activity. The research goes one step further and shows that just thinking about this food has the same effect as eating it. That’s right, it doesn’t even need to pass your lips to make us feel happy. Imagine the power of such a food. For example, you are stuck in traffic after a frustrating day at work. As you crawl along the highway, home seeming to be a million miles away you begin to daydream. Your head fills with visions of this tasty treat and instantly home feels closer, your spirits begin to lift and your hips don’t need to worry.
What could this magical food be…
Your task is to write a story or poem about ice cream. You can write anything you like about this icy treat. Some examples may include describing how it feels in your mouth, a memory of a time you shared a cone with someone, or take inspiration from the photo of my little guy above. For those of you who prefer pictures to words, feel free to attach a happy ice cream photo or work of art.
This is an exercise in happiness so please keep your submissions somewhat vanilla. Be sure to include a link to this post. By adding a link you will create a pingback message in the comments below so that other participants can find your ice cream stories. The link also allows those who follow you to find this page should they wish to participate or just drop by to feel the love. I also ask that you add the tag #isyschallenge and #gmg1968 to your post for search purposes. I look forward to reading what you come up with.
Finally, I recommend bookmarking this post for future reference. Think of it as a therapeutic repository of cold ice cream joy available at your fingertips! Happiness in a blog post!
Text: Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook | Photo: Copyright 2019 Greg Glazebroook @GMGPhotography | All Rights Reserved.
You made me laugh. Towards the end of my working life, while stuck in the car on the daily commute home, I used to scream vile abuse about my bosses as loudly as I could. It was very cathartic. 😂
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I have done this many times! Screaming at the top of my lungs in short vile bursts or ranting for large portions of the trip home about stuff I wanted to say when they were all in the room! Perhaps we both could have used a soft-serve ice cream dispenser in dash!!!
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That’s one optional extra I would be happy to pay for. Beats metallic paint! 🤣🤣
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