Sometimes, it’s the little things.
Like how I have my bedroom set up so I can sleep in the winter. I keep my window open and let the winter breeze in. When it gets too cold (around 58 degrees), my heat kicks on and I sleep in the womblike embrace of both a cold breeze and welcome warmth. I usually wake up in a good mood.
Or how, when the sun is shining, I will try to catch it in my eyelashes and watch the resulting little rainbows dance.
Or how regular exchanges with clerks, bartenders, checkout girls, deli employees and waitresses can turn into genuinely happy moments. It’s as if we're all saying to each other, ‘sure, I don’t know you. But I have to be here and when you’re here it doesn’t suck.’ I like that. Gives me faith in humanity.
Or a an out-of-the-blue compliment from a little kid.
Sometimes, the things that matter most in our lives are really just a collection of things that don’t matter too much at all.
And when all the things that don’t matter much at all are going great, then that’s when we’re going great. And maybe that’s one of the keys to happiness.
Or, more than likely, I’m just rambling.