It’s been a while since I posted, and an averagely amount of stuff has happened. I had a house warming, completed an NVQ in practical cleaning skills, applied for more jobs and cooked some amazing food. And skyped with Mops, AJ and my most beautiful little cousin. She’s truly gorgeous – blonde and curly, blue eyes and a giant grin.
So, yes. What is happiness to you? I’ve had a couple of conversations about this over the past few weeks – some with friends and one with a complete stranger that I met waiting for the bus. One of those days. I did find my wallet actually – it was handed in without anything missing, not a single penny. Things like that restore your belief in the goodness in people The guy on the bus was just being friendly in a slightly disconcerting way and asked me what I wanted to do with my life, and what makes me happy.
I admit there’s a lot in my life that makes me happy. I’m lucky (according to one of my friends) in that I don’t need anything else to be happy. I have awesome friends and family, a fiance (dear lord, I’m never going to get used to that), an adorable house, my health and a good degree. All I need is a slightly better job and I’ll be set. I like that I don’t need much to be happy. I love that I’m mostly happy in myself and I’m working every day to be better.
But what makes you happy? Today I got overjoyed because my laptop is working again. I made an amazing dinner using the leftover wine from my housewarming and it was one of those dinners that just works. Sausages in white wine sauce with tagliatelle. Num num num.
This isn’t the most insightful or well written post because I’ve already been sampling the rum, but I’m happy. I’m happy when I make other people happy. I like that I have been asked to help a young girl I know. She’s meeting a boy on New Year’s Eve and is a bit nervous and wants back up basically – doesn’t really want to talk to her mum about it, but I’ve promised to be available close by if she needs me. What I love is that I have friends and family that I know will be there for me if I need it. When I split up with my last boyfriend, my family press ganged me into coming down to visit so that they could check on me and make sure that I was okay.
So one last time. What makes you happy?