We all have those days, some fewer than others (and I’m talking about myself here), where we realize that we wouldn’t change anything about our lives.

I’m going to throw some honesty out there and say that I haven’t felt this way in a very long time. There has always been one glaring issue whether it be a living situation, work situation or otherwise. For years, seriously. And I’m not being dramatic. Well, maybe I am.

But last night, as I waited for the shittastic 6 train, it hit me like a ton a bricks. Holy shit, I’m fucking happy.

I can’t think of one major thing that is really making me want to jump off a ledge at the moment or burst into tears. There is my flair for the dramatic.

But seriously. I’m writing the end to a chapter in my career and am about to start a job that people would kill to have, this includes me. Luckily, I didn’t have to kill anyone. My apartment is pretty freaking amazing even if it isn’t ‘finished’ yet, and this is no joke. I am not starving. And my boyfriend is amazing. Everyone in my family is healthy and taken care of.

I have nothing to complain about. It’s weird.

Sorry, I couldn’t end this on a sappy note. It just isn’t me.