Waking early, and then drifting in and out of different well-remembered and very good/weird dreams for what seems like the next three hours, eventually starting to wonder if you’re getting close to time to get up, waking up, looking at your watch, and finding that it’s still early, much earlier than you thought… time for lots more lovely dreams!!
This is VERY rare for me, but when it happens, there aint much better.
ha, I love doing that. when it happens I mean.
Getting out of bed late on a Sunday, scoffing a full English breakfast, showering, shaving a strolling to the watering hole to chew the fat with pals.
Ambling back home, getting stuck into Sunday lunch.
Falling asleep on the settee with Eccles the cat on my lap.
That’s happiness
When the alarm gets you up and as you go to turn it off you remember that it’s Saturday. Roll over and sleep.
Although it’s a nice feeling if I do get up on time on Saturday and get my workout done before the time I would normally even get up.
I’ve lost the ability to sleep in. I’m awake at 5 or 5:30 every morning, whether it’s a weekday or not. I tend to greet each new day with enthusiasm, and I just can’t get back to sleep when that happens.
When the world has beat me down with its pessimism, around, say, 2pm, then it’s nap time.
My daughter smiling at me when I get home.
Remembering that I bought all that easter chocolate at 75% off and hid it in a drawer in my bedroom after bemoaning a lack of chocolate in the household.
When your bottle of soda is still more than half full.
leaving the gas station with a FULL tank of gas.
Aww. I can see how that would make you happy.
Holding my girlfriend.
Two kinds of ice cream.
Knowing a secret.
Climbing a tree.
A cold beer on a hot saturday afternoon, then going for a stroll.
W/apologies to Charger
…A warm gun. And a Prius. Happiness is a warm gun and a Prius.
Happiness runs in a circular motion
Thought is like a little boat upon the sea.
Everybody is a part of everything anyway,
You can have everything if you let yourself be.
–Donovan, '69
My little girl’s voice. “Watch baseball wif Daddy!” That’s all I need.
According to my junior high Gym Teacher, “Happiness is when you hit yourself in the head with a hammer 50 times, and then stop.”
He was a little weird. We all thought he seemed too happy.
Lots of medication. [del]I’m in a cranky sleepless mood this morning.[/del]
Alternatively, the smell of vanilla or cinnamon, sleeping in on a blustery cold morning, having a day off to do absolutely nothing, taking life slow and easy.
I found a clearance sale on some stationary items a few weeks ago, and so was moved to buy a gigant-o box of Crayolas for my 8YO. She was amazed that there were silver and gold crayons in there!
The first thing she did with those crayons was to make me a Mother’s Day card. It says “You are more preshus than silver, and more preshus than gold” with the color words written with the corresponding crayons.
I’ve heard it said that we can only make ourselves happy, happiness is not anything anyone else can do for us. But I think whoever said that originally didn’t have kids who made them cards like that!
The whine my knobby bicycle tires make on the road when I’m riding hard.
Waking up to the coastal fog on a warm, humid morning.
Hearing the wild turkeys call in the same fog.
Having my (grown, college kid out of state) son say: “Dad, I need to come visit…”
Fixing a hair-pulling technical issue at work.
Having one of my ambulance patients recognize me afterwards, and hugging/shaking my hand/thanking me for helping them out.
Being skinnier than my sister.
A really good day of shopping, then lunch at one of those colonial inn type joints with my aunts or mom.
Resolving a problem at work that nobody else could (and that actually I didn’t think I could either!).
85-95 degree days all summer long and no A/C, just ceiling fans and breeze.
Finding change on the sidewalk and snapping it up.
Having a bunch of friends over for dinner and having a really protracted drinks and apps session and then a long dinner and then sitting around the table after and trading ghost stories.
Scoring kick-ass deals at Goodwill or any thrift store or flea market.