I am glad I have my shit together. I'm glad that Mark and I have our shit together. I know what I want in my life. I know what makes me happy. I simply do the things that bring me pleasure and make my life fulfilling. I'm continually learning and experiencing amazing things in and around my life. I can see that my future will continue to bring me more adventure, enrichment and joy to relish in. Yes, I have come to hurdles or crossroads where I wasn't sure where it was all going, but on every fundamental level I was never doing anything that I didn't want to be doing. Everything was chosen. All paths have led me to where I am today. Everything, at that particular time in my life, was making me happy and leading me to only more happiness. If I was in a situation that wasn't what I wanted, I got out. I adapted. I learned to make a better choice. These things seem so simple to me, second nature, and common sense really. Yet all around me I encounter people who haven't seemed to figure this out: that it is your own life, what you make of it, your own happiness and wellbeing is entirely in your hands and in your power to control and change. If you are unhappy or not doing what you want to be doing, or not living where you would rather be, it is entirely your own fault, there are no external mystical forces entrapping you to be unhappy, lonely, confused, dissatisfied or without direction. You have made poor choices for yourself if you are in that state. In this mind set, yet again, I am so glad I have my shit together. I'm glad that I have an intellectually and emotionally satisfying career, that our household is dual income and no kids, that Mark and I are well adjusted, that emotionally and psychologically we are the most stable and healthy of anyone I know, that we bought a gorgeous home in a city that we love, that we have the means to live quite well, where everyday is in some way an adventure or a hedonistic quest (even if that quest of the day involves laying around eating potato chips out of our bellybuttons).