Happiness

I realised the other day that I'm very happy with my life at the moment. The only blip is when I have a migraine, but those are pretty much under control right now. I don't know the trigger of all this happiness. It could be because it's spring and the weather is getting nicer. It could be because I'm not stressed about my job or how writing is going. Part of it has to be that every time Friday comes along, I'm excited for the weekend – not because I'm so exhausted that I can't work for another day without a break and need to spend at least half the weekend recovering, as in my previous job. The weekends are not all that different from weeks days: I write, do a little house work, get some groceries, meet up with friends, maybe watch a movie in the evening. The only weekday difference is that at some point I have to go to work, which I don't mind, it's just that it's a time-spcific component whereas everything else I do when I please. Maybe I feel good because I've been doing yoga in the evening for the last few nights and have been sleeping better. Perhaps the salads I'm making and sharing Trying to describe happiness is really hard. I don't think this really captures my feeling or what's triggering it.