I heard happiness found described as “a little lift” earlier this morning.
I heard this shortly after I had felt compelled to just step out on my front stoop and look at the glittering snow. The fact that I was in my pj’s and it was 9 degrees below zero didn’t register. I just needed to drink in the sparkle.
The phrase, and how the person used it, described finding happinesses in all the little things that pass you in a day.
It is one of my favorite things.
I preach it to my clients and friends. (Who I know, in the busy-ness of the mundane, roll their eyes and sigh, “Yeah, right CJ.”)
But I tell you truly, the little lift matters. Mindfulness is not a big concept to incorporate as another chore.
It is simplicity itself.