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“Happiness Is…”

Clean, comfy, and cozy high thread count sheets.
Free coffee refills.
Free popcorn refills – it’s a movie lover thing.
Brunch. 
Yoga. 
A good book.
A warm hug.
A great movie.
Recently getting approached with, “I don’t mean to bother you, but are you single?” It’s flattering even when disinterested… #bachelorettelife #notpicky #justselective 
Having good health, food, shelter, and clothing. 
Meaningful conversation.
Knowing who I am and owning it.
Knowing my purpose. 
A peaceful night’s rest.
Prayer. 
Writing, of course.
Beautiful photographs. 
A relationship with Christ.
A refreshing word.
Good scripture.
Quality music.
Healthy and genuine relationships.
Helping people believe in themselves.
Cool, crisp fall air.
Paying it forward.
Giving. 
Accomplishing goals.
Women and mentors who inspire me to be better, know better and do better.
God-given promotions and opportunities based on integrity and hard work.
Reaping the rewards of not settling.
Letting go of people who are not God’s best for my life.
Gratefulness > whining and complaining.
Living on purpose. 
And much more… 
Write out your own “Happiness Is…” list. It’ll put you in a great mood. 



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