When I am feeling down of late and/or need to boost my energy, I think, "What have you done today to make you feel ppprrooouuuddd?" in Stevie's voice. And then I list the things I have accomplished that make me feel productive, even if it's something boring and necessary like doing homework.
And you could list "introducing people to the awesomeness that is Miranda," "making people happier through rec posts/fic," "earning an honest living," and, I'm sure, many other things.
And if you still need a reason to smile:
"Hang on a moment!" said Ron sharply. "We've forgotten someone!" "Who?" asked Hermione. "The house-elves, they'll all be down in the kitchen, won't they?" "You mean we ought to get them fighting?" asked Harry. "No," said Ron seriously, "I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want any more Dobbies, do we? We can't order them to die for us -" There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. "Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "OI! There's a war going on here!" Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other. "I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it's now or never, isn't it?" "Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. "D'you think you could just - just hold it in until we've got the diadem?" "Yeah - right - sorry," said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.
- Deathly Hallows, Chapter 31, U.S. 625, J. K. Rowling
I do actually sing that to myself in my head, too! I kind of have this shameful desire to stick a picture of Heather Small's face on a popsicle stick and sing it to myself out loud.
You are very good at this encouraging thing! And OMG THAT SCENE reminded me that we're going to see it on film! And in a matter of months! Yay!
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And you could list "introducing people to the awesomeness that is Miranda," "making people happier through rec posts/fic," "earning an honest living," and, I'm sure, many other things.
And if you still need a reason to smile:
"Hang on a moment!" said Ron sharply. "We've forgotten someone!"
"Who?" asked Hermione.
"The house-elves, they'll all be down in the kitchen, won't they?"
"You mean we ought to get them fighting?" asked Harry.
"No," said Ron seriously, "I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want any more Dobbies, do we? We can't order them to die for us -"
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
"Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "OI! There's a war going on here!"
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
"I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it's now or never, isn't it?"
"Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. "D'you think you could just - just hold it in until we've got the diadem?"
"Yeah - right - sorry," said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.
- Deathly Hallows, Chapter 31, U.S. 625, J. K. Rowling
-http://www.foursweatervests.org/ronhermione/bookquotes.php?dh
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You are very good at this encouraging thing! And OMG THAT SCENE reminded me that we're going to see it on film! And in a matter of months! Yay!