A friend told me I needed to discover what made me happy. In her observation it seemed that I had always based whether or not I was happy on the happiness of others. If my children were happy, I was happy. If my husband was happy, I was happy. If my friends, employer, family and everyone else was happy, I was happy and I would kill myself to make sure all those other people were happy until I had no idea what made me happy. So, in the immortal music of Rogers and Hamerstein, I found my own little corner and my own little chair and I learned I can be whatever I want to be. I ended up painting the living room. The color made me content. I've missed blogging. I have to find my new muse. And I will, hopefully soon. But for now I have at least found comfort in my own little corner, in my own little chair and I can discover what I want to be.
