Happiness hits you. . .

I've blogged many a time about the topic of happiness.

Throughout my life my mom has always asked me "are you happy?"

I personally think if you can answer 'yes' to that question all the time you're either a- lying or b- on some really good drugs. I don't think you're suppose to be happy all the time. You would have no valleys and peaks in life. You would have no struggle to overcome. You would have nothing to celebrate. I think you find happiness in moments.

Last night, I was happy.

We are losing one of our media girls at work. She's moving on to bigger and better things and I could not be more excited for her. But she was also who I shared a desk with for a year, who trained me, who worked weekends with me, who was at my birthday brunch, who got locked out of the office in the rain walking back from watching the World Cup with me. 

Sunday was Kylie's birthday, another one of our media girls, so yesterday we snuck off to have a bowling party at Pinewood Social to celebrate. As I was sitting there watching us all attempt to not throw ourselves down the lane with the ball it hit me that this is our last week together. It will never be the same again.

But instead of being sad and dwelling on what's to come, we'll focus on the week we have left together and all the fun we've had together. We will celebrate Sarah and Jim finding love and getting married. We'll eat six rolls of sushi and a bottle of wine and toast to Kylie turning the big 2-9. And we'll cheer on Maggie following her dreams. 

So, yeah last night I was happy.