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There is little else more uncomfortable then not being able to keep your eyes open at work. It seems to be happening to me a lot lately though, but usually for good reason. It’s generally from being productive in one way or another. Whether it be socially or cleaning or organizing. Getting my act together, so to speak. Which I suppose leads to the theme of this post: being happy.

As you may or may not know I recently moved to a neighborhood in Brooklyn called Park Slope. The more time I spend walking through Park Slope, the more I fall in love with it. Head over heels really. My heart just swells bigger with every step. I want to forcefully strip the title “Happiest Place on Earth” from Disney World to return in to it’s rightful owner: Park Slope. Because if you’ve ever lived in Orlando friends? Oh dear dear. Disney World or not, the place is a pit. But here the houses are beautiful. The people are young and beautiful (but more accessible than hipster Williamsburg). The streets are lined with trees, the trees are lined with birds, the birds are singing songs to the heaven’s, because they’re on my side… they’re grateful to be in Park Slope. Am I being sappy? Overblowing and overestimating? Oh. Maybe. That’s what one does when they’re feeling happier, more optimistic and more creative then they have in months time. Fine. Completely and utterly sappy. That’s me. Add this scenery with the beautiful weather we had all weekend? Folks I am literally walking on AIR.

The best part is, finally I’m starting to feel justified in my actions. The most classic psychological fallout of a bad experience is blaming yourself. A breakup is no exception. So of course I’ve been over and over a thousand times how PERHAPS I was the sole reason of our downfall. I was selfish, I didn’t work hard enough for us. This, that and the other. And the fact of the matter is, does it matter? Not really. The relationship wasn’t working and that’s all that needs to be judged at the end of the day. So now? Now I’m happy and truly what better measure of success is there? Selfish motives or not, I made some right decisions for once. Bloody miracle that is.