identify 100 things that make me happy (besides money)

If my dad’s still alive, I’d put him here too…

Two words: Unconditional Love

We didn’t always get along. Our fights were really horrible when we were young. But as we grew older we realized that we actually like each other.

I knew that she was the one for me when I realized that I’ve accepted her fully. Everything she is and she is not. And I know that she also feels the same about me.

I wouldn’t change a single thing about her.

My favorite holiday! Everyone just seems nicer and full of good cheer during Christmas. People smile a lot and they’re more willing to help strangers.

It’s always good to know that you’re missed by the people you care about. It just makes you feel good about yourself and gives a boost to your self esteem.

aka lightbulb moments. When you’re in a tight spot or you have a dilemma, it’s such a nice feeling when you finally get to figure out how to solve it.

I love new beginnings. You get to wipe your slate clean and start fresh. And hopefully, you don’t make the same mistakes.

Whether in fiction or in real life.

I’m not as jaded as I think I am. No matter how bad things get, or how crappy the situation gets, the prospect of a happy ending still fills me with optimism. And no matter how often I get disappointed because things don’t end up the way I want it to be, I still think that next time would be better.

I’ve always been a sucker for this. I started out really young, reading Sweet Dreams and my mom’s Mills and Boon paperbacks. I grew up wanting to have and dreaming about the things that I read about. I’ve always pictured myself being swept away off my feet by this dashing, reformed rake. Whose sole purpose in life is to love me forever.

I kinda grew out of that. And I ended up with a princess instead of a prince. But I’m not complaining.

I’m into books the way Carrie Bradshaw is into shoes.

A couple of years ago, my dad was still alive then, an uncle came to visit. Since I’m already working and earning money, this uncle made a comment to my dad and said that I probably have a fat bank account by now since I don’t have any responsibilities yet like a family of my own. My dad laughed and led my uncle to my room. He showed him the stacks of books on floor, the groaning bookshelf stuffed to its gills, the books packed away in huge plastic bins, and the books that are stacked on my desk. And he said, “This is where her savings are.”