Happiness is often thought of as that which gallops into life on the back of major events and spectacular personal triumphs, such as getting the job you desperately wanted, falling in love with someone who loves you back (I wonder what that feels like?), visiting a friend who just had a baby, or winning lotto.
Such forms of happiness are all-consuming, and can take you outside of yourself for hours (or even days) at a time.
And yet, sometimes, the stronger and more lasting happiness comes from quiet joys, from little illuminating moments that bolster your spirit and keep your daily life afloat and shining.
Happiness can be as simple as pretending to be a goblin and then laughing so hard you can’t breathe with a magnificent new friend.
Happiness can be as quietly revitalising as treating your mother to a belated Mother’s Day afternoon tea and simultaneously discovering that Urban Pantry, the cafe which gave you a warm honey tart with salted peanut butter ice cream, also offers the Urban Affogato…
And happiness is trading bites of your coffee-caramel-honeycomb bittersweetness with her gluten-free lemon and polenta cake, which is warm, delicious, and heady with the perfume of citrus zest and berries.
Happiness is being wholly present in your own life.