Happiness is...
As I sit here on this gloomy Sunday afternoon, planning the week ahead, I have a feeling longing that I can't explain. It's as if I am unfulfilled and missing something in my life. Although my life is not a bed of roses (more like a cot of thorny rose stems), I really can't complain about it. My health isn't the best, but I'm still alive. My son is thriving. My husband loves me (I think). So what is it that I am longing for in my heart? Since I was 17 years old, I have been self-sufficient. At 25, I moved away from my family for my job. I have been lucky enough to travel the country, usually at someone else's expense and see lots of things I couldn't have imagined I would. Being so far away from my family, and working a job with strict rules about taking time off made things hard sometimes. I missed birthdays and funerals and graduations. Coming from a close-knit family, this was hard for me. When my sister died in 2013, I adopted the motto "NO REGR...