Playing with my cat on my bed. I'm dangling a string and she's chasing it around. She's happy. No fear at all. I'm so proud of myself that I'm able to give this tiny creature a good life, happy and warm, and that she trusts me.

Whenever I walk past a Chinese takeout place and I can smell what's cooking, I'm instantly reminded of being a little girl and walking with my dad to the local Chinese takeout place in the evening after he'd returned home from work. I remember being mildly annoyed with him because he'd walk so fast and I had such little legs back then I could barely keep up! Funny how a smell can bring back nostalgic memories, eh? 😃

Not quite the same thing but the thought that comes to mind-

I fondly remember this one day in particular from when I was working in a woodshop, it was cold out and the garage I worked out of wasn't insulated. I was stopping to take my lunch break.

It was a stressful job, learning tons of new skills, many completely unrelated to woodworking, my boss wasn't always pleasant to me, but this day I was content with myself, and I just remember drinking hot water with lemon juice out of my insulated water bottle, eating my ham and cheese sandwich, and watching the world out the open garage door as a song I loved by Emanicpator played from my phone speaker

And I just felt at peace with myself and the world. Content with the moment I was existing in.

It's a feeling I reminisce about periodically. Sometimes I find that place, at the most trivial of times, and its kinda magical :)

I put a picture of myself on Instagram and then later took it down because I didn't like the way I looked. My SO asked why and I told him I was just being vain, and he told me I looked "perfectly fine for your age".

When people start adding "for your age" as a qualifier that means you're old.