Today, in one of my classes, the instructor asked how stressed we are: extremely stressed, moderately stressed, or happy.
I chose happy. I was the only one.
But, I am thrilled to be on this trip with my love- who knows me so well that he booked first class for our flight out. (“It doesn’t take much to make me happy”, I said, “just a decadent trip to NYC.”)
The moon is shining outside of my plane window, the free drinks are plentiful, and my favorite person is by my side. I am grateful. For so damn much.
Comments