Happiness

I seem to suffer from a permanent form of insanity called "I'll finally be happy when....".

When I was younger, I thought I could only be happy when I was an adult and could stock 20 different varieties of pop in the fridge (yeah, I dreamed big).  Then as a student, I'd thought I'd only be happy when I had graduated and had a good job and could buy the things that I want.  Then I got a job and thought I'll be so happy when I have $X in the bank...  It's a never-ending cycle.  Don't get me wrong, I do love my life, and enjoy myself, but I always seem to be striving for the next level, instead of enjoying the current level.  This needs to change.

So starting today..... I will revel in the house I live in.  Yeah, it's not exactly what I want, but hell, it's paid for and I at least have painted it in the colours I love.  I will revel in my job.  It's not my "dream" job, but hey, I love the people, I love the drive, I love the fact that blogging and Facebook are encouraged.  I will revel in my family.  They are crazy, but they are mine and we love each other.  I will revel in my child.  OK, I've always done that... she is perfect, after all.  I will revel in my husband.  He.....um..... hmmmmmm.  OK, a woman needs to have something to dream about.  And if that happens to be Isiah Mustafa, so be it.  Maybe I'll give A. a full-body wax, spray him with Old Spice and close my eyes.

Mmmmmmisiah...

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