Happy

There is a page in one of my many notebooks where I've written the word "happy" in silver ink. That's it, just the one word surrounded by a bubble. When I wrote it, I am sure that I wasn't feeling very "happy". Still, I wrote the word to serve as a beacon to guide me, and as I was sitting here just now, I realized I feel "happy".

Happy! how? Happy! why?

Well... I've had some ups and downs in the past several months: poor health, the loss of Smokey, the loss of my previous job, and taking the plunge into home-ownership (even though it was a good thing, buying a house is one of the most stressful life events that people experience). But now things are settling down: I am healthier and I feel more positive; I'm starting a new job that I think will really, truly be a rewarding, enjoyable one; and we've been in our house for a couple months now and even though the improvements are far from over, we've reached a point where the house is comfortable and I can just enjoy it. I have a lot of hobbies I've delved back into, such as gardening and cooking and yoga.

Even though I still have far to go in all these endeavors, I feel like my journey (and it is all about the journey, you know) is well under way.