I don’t like traffic.
I don’t like rudeness.
I don’t like cheating.
I don’t like lies.
I don’t like mean.
I don’t like burnt popcorn.
I don’t like making silly mistakes.
I don’t like when someone I love is sad.
I don’t like feeling invisible.
I don’t like crowds.
I don’t like cinnamon.
I don’t like when the seam on my sock is turned around.
I don’t like constant negativity.
I don’t like fruit with dessert (except for strawberries).
I don’t like feeling sad…

This is certainly a different kind of post for me. It was inspired by a sixth-grade writer. Her post is here. I like the line I ended on because it reminded me of this quote I saw posted by the brilliant author, Martha Beck. The raw material for joy is sorrow…WOW!