Who says you can’t be happy all the time? I know, but I’m still going to try. Lifehouse Family.
Replacing a dead pair of shoes with a brand new pair and the feeling of kicking off a pair of new shoes you are wearing in. Happy.
Texts, letters, postcards, emails – any form of written encouragement. Happy.
Catchy riffs and carefully constructed lyrics. There’s something about the power of a beautifully written song that sends me to my happy place.
Ticking things off lists, feeling productive. Happy.
An equally balanced friendship. It sounds mathematical but knowing you are appreciated in a friendship and feeling so grateful for the other person – knowing the other person is in the exact same place is actually rather wonderful and it makes me happy.
The presence of God. The inexplicable presence. Happy.
Small pleasures like lipstick stains on a coffee cup, the quick squeeze in a long embrace, wearing socks to bed only to kick them off under the covers and hitting snooze on Saturdays. That’s happiness.
Christmas time. I love carols, presents and sleeping on Christmas afternoon – it’s the only time I like to nap. Happy Happy Happy Christmas.
Losing your stomach in a fast car. Driving fast, being driven fast. Fast cars.
People have the love language ‘gifts’ all wrong. We don’t just want things and more things and perferably more expensive things. The very fact that you thought of me and then took any time or any amount of money at all is enough. It makes me happy when someone understands that and then does there best to show me love this way.
The look in someone’s eyes when God speaks to them and they just get it.
The rare opportunities I get to spend with my whole family. Happy Steffany.
Impersonations and accents. Deliveries in the post. Nailing a rap.
It makes me happy when someone understands that the Steffany the world sees is a myth and it makes me even happier when someone tries to discover what’s beyond that.
Writing makes me happy. I love to sit and write about nothing and everything. Sometimes when I have nothing to say – I just rewrite lyrics or poems. Just putting a pen to paper makes me happy.
Finding that comfy position. Whether it’s with a book in an amazing couch, that illusive sleeping position or the perfect fit within someone’s arms. There’s nothing quite like it.
Acting. Creating something from nothing.
Alliteration. Books. An empty house. Getting ready at my own pace. Answering questions – either about myself or on behalf of other people.
Helping other people. Sharing my mistakes in order to help someone else grow. It makes me happy to know that my pain wasn’t for naught.
My best friends. People who know me and who I switch off with. I love feeling free. I love not wearing “makeup” with them. I love that people are as honest with me as I am with them. I love that I live in a country, grew up in a family and am surrounded by friends who have encouraged me to be exactly who I am.
That, makes me extremely happy.