I feel like as I get older, the lower the threshold is for what a "good thing that makes me happy" really is.
Case in point, I was looking for something at home, that I thought I'd have to dig through the garage for,
but found it in the second place I looked instead.
I was pleasantly surprised and very pleased.
and honestly I'm not sure if I should be sad or happy, that I'm apparently so easy to please.