So. Something that makes me happy? Leftovers--really really yummy leftovers--for lunch at work.
It's crazy and more than a little stressful most mornings at my job. The days that I have a good lunch of leftovers waiting in the staff room fridge are days when there's just a little bit of extra sparkle in the air. I eagerly anticipate lunch; it's a pleasurable time, in which I get to savor some yummy goodness and also be reminded of the original dinner, which is usually an event enjoyed with Himself.
Last night we had friends over and Himself fixed a delicious pesto pasta with shrimp. There was just enough left of it for me to take to work today, and anticipate, and finally snarf down at lunch, and enjoy every little morsel of it. That makes me happy!
It also...almost...makes me want to cook all the time so I always have yummy leftovers for lunch!
Which leads to the ultimate thought on Thursday: is the pleasure in savoring something so slight and minimal decreased upon repetition of it?
I saw the nice mention of my book, The Happiness Project, here! I very much appreciate those kind words and you shinning a spotlight on my work!! Thanks and best wishes,
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