Back about 2010, the only thing keeping me alive was my dog. But since then, even with the bad things like losing that amazing girl, I keep finding happy places.

My wife. My kid (when they're not playing the sulky teenager). My niece. My chickens. Good music. Writing. I'm a lucky motherfucker. I have happy places now. It's all temporary, since all things are transitory and ephemeral, but right now I have an embarrassment of good things that I wish everyone could have. Like, not my things, I'll pop a cap if anyone tried, but you know what I mean.

Doesn't fix the bad stuff, doesn't mean there aren't bad things. But I'm lucky