Sometimes, I worry (read: I worry). It isn’t particularly nice, nor is it awesome, and it sure doesn’t make me happy. It just… happens, sort of.
So then when you worry and everything ends up being pretty okay, or absolutely okay, or better than okay, that’s nice. Lots of good, cheerful, happy nice. I really enjoy when all ends well.
I would also enjoy a kick ass adventure with lots of action, suspense, and heroic deeds on my part – maybe even a handsome prince of sorts to live happily ever after with – and tons of villains who shudder with fear at the sight of me. Lo, it is Gloriously Victorious Woman!
Yeah, that seems pretty nice, too.