Happy - I think.

Last night I went to watch Eat, Pray, Love with 1201am. If you haven't read the book, I encourage you to read it and then watch the movie. The books are always better than the movie, but the movie was pretty fantastic. Javier Bardem was especially good....on the eyes. I'm playing. This isn't your ordinary chic flick. I cried - several times. Many of the situations Elizabeth Gilbert, the writer and protagonist, finds herself in are entirely too relatable.

On my way home I called Tony to see if he was free to hang out (I was at Phipps and he lives close-ish). He didn't answer. I left a message. On the drive home I thought about how wonderful my life is - I have all that I could need, my friends are wonderful, my family is healthy and happy. At one point in the movie, Elizabeth proclaims at Thanksgiving dinner that she is the luckiest girl in the world. I am familiar with the feeling.

As I was getting ready for bed, my heart was filled with so much joy it was impossible not to cry. So I did. Dudes won't get this. I am hoping my girlfriends do. I was just at a loss as to how to express my joy so I cried. It was a good cry.

Tony called me as I was crying. We did eventually get together and we had a spectacular night laughing and joking around and cleaning the house (don't ask). It was like icing on the cake.

It is rare for me to feel content for longer than a couple of hours. My anxiety or depression usually gets the better of me. It did for a couple of hours today, but for the most part, I think I am still happy and I am definitely still grateful for my blessings.

People have asked me if I am in a relationship with Tony. I can't answer that right now. He makes me happy, so for now, thats going to have to be a good enough answer for inquiring minds.