I wiggle. I move. I have a hard time holding still. When I brush my teeth I pace, often on my tippy toes. But, if you give me a new toothbrush fresh from the package I will wiggle and dance slightly more.
There is something about a new toothbrush that brings an abundance of happiness. It feels great as it slides across my teeth and gums. It feels perfect as it reaches behind my wisdom teeth. And, oh the way it feels when I brush my tongue. A new toothbrush makes me happy.
Fresh sheets on my bed make me happy. My toes in the grass covered in dew makes me happy. The sound of my children laughing makes me happy. The way that the air flows through my house on a warm summer evening makes me happy. The feeling of salt on my skin after a day at the ocean makes me happy. New potatoes fresh from the garden make me happy. Watching dragonflies race in my backyard makes me happy. Having a standing desk rather than sitting all day makes me happy. Eating raw asparagus from the garden after brushing the dirt off makes me happy. Thinking about where rocks have been, what they have seen and what they know makes me happy. Making babies from my houseplants makes me happy. Skipping backwards makes me happy.
In my younger days, I thought that happiness was a state of being. At this point, I believe that happiness is found by compiling a bunch of happy things into your day and making the decision that all of those happy things were enough to make you happy. Somedays, I find myself hunting for happiness, looking for it in the small details and spending my time focusing on that. Somedays, it doesn’t matter which way I turn, happiness is flowing over me freely. At this point in my life, I solidly believe that finding happiness in the small things in life makes my days easily filled with happiness.
