I ran into an old co-worker this morning. I told her that 2011 is my year: I have a wonderful relationship, a roof over my head, and a job. Life is pretty good.
Unfortunately, the rest of the world isn't. With the unrest in the middle east, marriage inequality in the US, widespread bullying in schools, and chaos in Japan... how can I be happy?
I know! It's illogical!
At this point, I'm going to keep on enjoying my 2011. And when the pressure of the world gets to be too big, I'll hug my puppy (who will lick my face), and be thankful for everything I have.