John (we're tight, I can call him John) asked the question: How happy are you? Someone, somewhere had done a study of the happiest nations in the world. So, before I knew what the study found*, I decided to rank my happiness on a scale of 1-10. 1 being "It sucks. Everything is wrong and I'm jumping off this bridge." and 10 being "It's awesome. Nothing could go wrong. I am jumping on this couch to declare my awesomeness!!!"
I decided that overall, I am an 8.
Then I thought about it. Holy crap! An 8? That's way too high. I can't be that happy. Maybe I'm on too many meds? Nope. Not that. I'm just pretty much overall happy. Or at least at that moment I was. Work is good, life is good, dogs are good, sisters are good, family is good, friends are good, The Guy is good, I like stuff.
See? It's all good. Now, if you break things down, okay, then I get a little less good, but on a whole I'm pretty happy. It's weird.
Here's the breakdown:
- The Guy: 9
- dogs: 9
- house: 7
- finances: 6
- car: 9 (except it's really dirty which makes it feel like a 7)
- family and friends: 9
- stuff and things: 8
- work: 7.5
- me: 7.5 (a good, solid seven and a half**)
*The study said Canadians came in 7th. United States came in 17th.