Any kind of combination of these things: time spent with friends or boyfriend, seeing and playing with my younger cousins, especially a 5 year old called Huon who is permanently happy, some good music, having deep and meaningful chatsies with someone close. I don’t know if these things on their own would make me feel amazing but a couple of them perhaps.
There is one thing, however, that makes me smile and appreciate life, not necessarily making myself think that I am amazing, but that the world and people are amazing. There is a little old italian man who must live somewhere near me, because I always see him walking around my suburb and in the city. He never fails to have a smile on his face and greets everyone he passes. If you pause to say hello back he will engage you in a cheerful conversation. He doesn’t remember me each time but always says I look italian and asks if I’m married yet, when I say no he says that’s a good thing don’t marry too young, find a handsome man who will look after you. This might sound creepy but he is the sweetest man I’ve ever met and I always smile after I’ve bumped into him.