Five Happy Things

It's been a while since I did my Five Happy Things (we're talking the end of June - how  is that even so long ago?) and after a non stop few months with little sleep and a diary full of plans daily, with friends and loved ones, I wanted to pick out those small things that made me happy. The real minor details that mean nothing to most, but possibly so much to me.

They're the things that matter.

Pretty pyjamas. Summer is nice for minimal clothing in the bedroom, Winter is nice for feeling like a marshmallow in a cloud. But for me, Autumn is nicest when I can get home and pop on my silky pyjama playsuits, and throw on a snug knit as the evening draws in, feeling comfortable and content.

Cheese. Everyone knows I like cheese. No, everyone knows that me and cheese are a match made in heaven, but never has it had the mention it always deserves. The simplest and greatest pleasure of mine. This week, it totally is. Because cheese never lets me down - I'm looking at you in particular Camembert!

Heart to Hearts. I've always been an open person, as my friends know, but in the last year, I've been known to keep my problems to myself. That mention of a problem shared is a problem halved? It's totally true. And with long drives this week with my work pal by my side, having deep chats about life, feelings, decisions and insecurites, really does feel better when you're sharing it out loud. Conversations about sheep dancing, male escorts and wildest memories are also a fun way to spend five hours in a car.

Candles. Candle time is my favourite. Since moving, my candles have been left, unlit, waiting for these nights to draw in, itching to light the sweet smells and scents around the house. There is nothing quite like a night in with some Netflix, TV snacks (cheese you say?) and 500 candles letting off their minimal warmth. Maybe I should invest in a fire extinguisher this year...?

Content in my own body. This, as we all know, is a constant battle between myself, but right now, I feel OK about myself. I don't care so much that my hair is dark because it makes me have good eyebrows, I don't even mind that my bum wobbles because I buy nice knickers to hide the creases, and I haven't even thought about the bits I wish I could change. Because you know what? When you feel good in your own body, it really does make you stand taller (well, I try to stand tall...) and actually, who even has time these days to sit and pick ourselves to pieces? 

Not me right now. 

So I made a rule to myself.

To fret less.

And if there's anything I should be fretting about, it's how I'm going to manage Christmas shopping alone this year.


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