More happiness thoughts

Lately I haven't been writing about my quest for,,, happiness? Is that my quest?
Yeah, it is.  And yesterday I saw a show about happiness and remembered that I do want to be happier everyday!!!  I have found myself getting all caught up in what I am not, what I don't have, how much time I have left to get those things so that I can finally be happy.

The ending thought of the show was that happiness can be acquired one day, one moment at a time.  I can do that! 
So today, on my Saturday farmer's market, estate sale, garage sale ritual, I practiced happiness in every move.
  • I looked into people eye's on purpose with a smiling heart (people get freaked out about eye to eye contact with a stranger sometimes).
  • I gave a compliment on something small.
  • I did a couple unnecessary nice things for people (okay, just one, but I was only out for an hour).
  • I chatted up a farmer selling the squash, learning how to roast spaghetti squash.
  • I chatted it up with the Lithuanians who kept offering free samples of their yummy pastries and breads (After my belly was full I did buy zucchini bread, and at a whopping $6 a loaf, its really worth every 6 of those dollars!)
  • I rode around marveling at the beautiful houses some people live in, knowing my time will come.
  • And I was thrilled silly that my week-long cold has subsided tremendously.
And finally, my cup of joe (the coffee I gave up for the 12th time some time ago) was so so so good today.  Hazelnut and hazelnut creamer, no sugar needed.
I found simple pleasure and happiness in so many things this morning.
Not even noon yet, and its been a good day.
Go make yourself a good day too......

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