In the rain droplets on your jeans, while you’re enjoying your coffee outside;
In the one line you manage to write that day;
In the smiles you steal on the subway;
In hearing your friends voice on the phone;
In getting dragged by your dog, who just wants to smell THAT piece of ground;
In the little messages you leave for yourself on the mirror;
In the peace of mind you get when you know you did the right thing;
In that morning text that just makes you smile. Like an idiot;
In that meaningless flirty banter;
Each day I learn more and more on how much happiness I can take out of little things. And it just makes me giddy and gives me so much energy. When I walk home from the subway, close to midnight, I just want to skip. I get home, put music on, and all I can think of is how nice it is to dance alone in your living room, not giving a crap about the world, but still managing to take it all in.
Happiness is in each small thing you make your own.
