Maybe you just have to liver for the small things, like being called pretty or someone picking up the pen you dropped or laughing so hard that your stomach hurts. Maybe that's all that really matters at the end of the day.
I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pyjamas. Most of all, I like the simple joys that a simple life brings.
When you consistently take action on the small things that excite you each day, you tend to get bigger, more significant things to act on, until your days become a synchronistic string of events that let you know you're on the right path.