Today I ran into an old friend. We were closer some 8 years ago, but she was a person who knew me well way back when. Let’s just say she knew me when I was at my darkest. She is now married and expecting her first baby in three months. I haven’t seen her for at least two years.
I saw her today at work and I hugged her and we talked briefly. As I was walking away, she said, “how are you?” and I said, “great,” and she said:
“You look happy.”
That means a lot considering where I was (unmistakably miserable). I suppose I am “happy,” and I know it’s because I choose to be. There’s not much more to say than that.