Happiness in Small Doses, Cyanide Not So Much

Happiness is not a state of being that lasts forever and ever. You can be overall happy in your situation, and still have some atrocious days and moods that weave their way into your smiley face tapestry. Most of us take it where we can get it.

I feel like this is some sort of shrink exercise, but what are the small things that make you happy? What completely random happenstances make you content, even if just for just the moment?



For me:

Those rare days when I can drive my car. Because despite it not being some super special classic, or an expensive Italian sports car, it is shiny and blue. These are seriously my qualifications for liking my car. I’ve said it before - I’m a simple woman. But driving it means independence, and complete control of the radio.

Used to be Prussian Blue, after the oil paint color.
When Prussia got sufficiently phased out, so did the name.

The kind of blue so abidingly deep that looking at it too long makes you feel like your retinas are being pulled forward out of your head. The closest you could get in the Crayola coloring box was Midnight Blue. What I actually mean is cobalt.

 

Actual mail. Not bills or junk mail. But actual mail. And really, I don’t even care if it is a package I ordered myself. I still get that feeling of “Yay, it is here!".

Thatched-roofed cottages on rolling green hills. The lavender fields of Provence, France.

Doors and windows with whimsical or ancient architecture. 

 

The fact that one of my cats (Poe, who is alternately ingenious and kinda stupid, and in doing so probably lives up to her namesake), who ‘monorail cat’s’ my leg.

Not my cat. This one looks much smarter,
and, considering the ledge, more like a Sylvia Plath.

I prefer it when she lays on my leg, because sometimes she tries to lay on my back if I’m turned over. This is as close as she comes to being a lapcat with me. If you’re sitting down and provide her an actual lap, it’s like it confuses her. Or perhaps she just has standards about how much leg you give her to lay upon.



Making people laugh. Can’t. Do it. Enough. I don't even need to try and be witty to fulfill this; simply sharing something I know will delight someone is enough to bring on a solid moment of happy.

11:11 = happiness,
for symmetry as well as notions about wishing.

The Muppets will always make me happy. Their latest movie seriously almost made from cry from nostalgia overload.

Just a tiny bit of Muppetry here for you. Muppets + Queen = Win.