Happy is a funny thing. You can think you are happy one minute, be jealous of someone else’s happy the next. And who says that that person is happy? Oprah may just want to go home and eat a bowl of cheetos in private, and perhaps she does. This is her final season after all.
So who can claim to be REALLY happy?
Me, right now at least. I am a published writer, living in a crazy house, walking to classes I like every morning in the sun.
So for now. I hold the happy. Jealous right?