I'm finally developing a pretty good relationship with myself. I'm pleased that things are going well. Shocking as it is, I'm actually happy lately. That feels so weird coming from my fingertips, but it's true. Over the winter, I had resigned myself to the belief that I might never truly be happy. That maybe I'm just not the kind of person who gets to experience joy, and I should be content with being content. But that's changing. And that makes me smile.


Two years ago, I had a pregnancy scare.