Happiness isn’t always about big events. It’s often found in small, almost invisible rituals that warm the day and calm the soul. I wake up and head to the kitchen, where the smell of freshly brewed coffee greets me. I hold the warm mug in both hands and watch the world outside slowly wake up. Nothing special happens — and that’s the magic of it.

I turn on my favorite music and start moving to the rhythm as I make breakfast or clean up. Yes, I dance in the kitchen — awkwardly, without rules, just for the joy of it. Sometimes with a spoon as my microphone. It's my private little concert of happiness — no one sees, no one judges.

Sometimes I walk barefoot on the grass. Or reread a book I already love. Or write a letter to myself. Or wear my favorite cozy sweater even if I’m not going anywhere. These small rituals keep me grounded, remind me that I’m alive.

And lately… I find myself dreaming of sharing these moments. To have a beloved man beside me. To make coffee together, to laugh, kiss, remember our wild night. I’d love for him to catch me mid-dance, lift me in his arms, and make our mornings feel like magic shared between two.

These little things — they’re my anchor. My everyday spell. And I’d love to cast it together. 💫