Yes, very happy. There are things I would like to improve, mostly physical things and I have a few goals that I'm working towards in that area. I don't know that I've ever been depressed but I have had times where circumstances have made life exhausting. I'm very fortunate, this I am sure of.
I like to rock n' roll all night and *part* of every day. I usually have errands... I can only rock from like 1-3.
Yes, I am happy. My life has some flaws and I won't deny that, but that doesn't mean I'm unhappy. It just means that I screwed up some things and those screwed up things need to be fixed. Fixing those screwed up things is very pleasing.
I was sitting outside the classroom waiting to go in, and I saw an airplane hit the tower. The TV was obviously on. I used to fly myself and I said, "There's one terrible pilot."
- George W. Bush -
I used to think there was no such thing as happiness, only happy moments and sad moments. But now, having been very unhappy for long periods of time, sure I'd say I'm happy (which may doubtless seem strange to anyone who knows me). I have ups (joys) and downs (despairs) and moments, but "happy" is more than that. It feels like there's a rock-like internal resilience within me that I can call upon even when I'm flailing (woot for mixed metaphors).