Say it while it is happening

Kurt Vonnegut's uncle Alex had one complaint about human beings: they almost never notice when they are happy. So he made a practice of it. On a summer afternoon, under an apple tree, lemonade in hand, he would stop mid-conversation and say it out loud. If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.

That is the whole practice. No journal, no app, no gratitude list before bed. Just say it while it is happening. The shade. The friend. The drink.

Most happiness is not lost to bad luck. It is lost to not looking up.