My friend and writing group partner, Sarah, has begun a sort-of daily gratitude journal and my fellow Debutante writer, Louise is posting on Instagram a daily gratitude as part of the 365 Grateful project. The idea is we’d all be happier if we took the time to notice all the little things in our lives for which we should be grateful.

Now, facing facts, Sarah and Louise are significantly nicer people than I. Sarah is the type of person who will always find the best in people and can find the good in any situation. Kind of funny that I—whose main theory is “People are dislikable until proven likable”—like Sarah so much. And Louise always has a kind word and a cheering thought. Yes, opposites attract.

As I recently wrote in the Debutante Ball blog, I am not one to express my gratitude. While I could profess that I find gratitude implicitly selfish, as the New York Times Sunday Review section pronounced just this week, honestly, that’s more thought than I’ve given it.

Yet, that doesn’t mean I’m cold and heartless. It’s not that I’m not grateful—I recognize the wonders in my life and I recognize how lucky I am—but announcing my gratitudes just so isn’t me. I do, however, like the idea of finding the little (and big) things that, let’s say, please me. Make me, perhaps not happy, but content or appreciative of the moment. I can find beauty in those small moments.

So while I won’t commit to 365 days of gratefulness, I will commit to 52 days (that’s once a week for those you playing along) of the curiosities, the sparks, the things that intrigue me, that give me pause, that make me smile. The conversation pieces of my life, if you will. Many post a “Thankful Thursday” but that’s not going to fly here. So maybe Thursday’s Things (as in “Thursday’s Things That Make Me Go Hmmm….” better fits. So let’s get started…

What makes me happy this week is Miami Beach. It’s where I grew up, it’s where I call home, it’s where I return every winter holiday. South Florida is absolutely insane, and the answer to most questions—”Why is that car making a U-turn in the middle of a busy street?” “Why are they raising the roads instead of dealing with flood problems?” “Why is that woman giving her dog an I.V. using the tree for a stand outside The Frieze ice cream shop?” “Why is that pregnant woman walking around with no shirt on?”—the answer is simply, “Because… Miami!” (Note these are all statements uttered by a member of my family on this past trip.) Here are some of the images of Miami Beach that please me so. And if you ever take a trip there, let me know. I’ll tell you where to stand when the flooding gets too high.