My daughters, although they do not belong to me. They have their own thoughts and their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow.
Music that makes me wiggle.
The smell of fresh cut grass.
Waking up without the need for an alarm clock and to the smell of fresh brewed coffee in the morning.
Being employed in a position that I value with a mission I believe.
Almost anything Italian.
Dancing like nobody is watching.
Receiving surprise packages and hand written notes in the mail.
Hydrangeas. I love that they change colors depending on their environment and always deliver a beautiful overflow of petals.
My colleagues (most of them). They make special event soundtracks for our team with songs like, “Hold On” and “Say What You Need To Say” to get us through the tough days. They will show up with water guns and bubbles to break up the rough spots. They are not opposed to sumo wrestling or paintball as mandated fun and will sing on cue and when needed during a conference call and still manage to get things done.
Making the amount of money I need to survive and living within my means.
Walking through my front door after returning home from a trip. It feels like I am giving myself a giant hug.
The writings of Kahlil Gibran. They make more sense to me than any religious book ever did.
Baby laughter. The sweetest sound.
Studying positive psychology. Makes me happy. Go figure.
Relationships that include mutual respect, gratitude, helpfulness, Individuality, humility, humor, loyalty, drive and adaptability.
Making homemade pizza and drinking wine with people I love.
Strong, competent, intelligent female friends.
Discovering new cultures.
My pursuit of happiness.