I complain sometimes. It happens. I do have boring days at work, and I do lack the time and resources to do the traveling I'd like to do, and I haven't been in school for a few years now. But I don't think that I've seriously addressed an issue of late that really deserves some attention. This being that I am, in fact, rather unusually happy.
My job is not terribly interesting, it's true. But the office is lovely, the location is prime, the atmosphere is the best I've yet had at a job, and I really do adore many of my coworkers. And those I don't adore, I still quite like. And I get the feeling that they like me and that my worth as an employee/coworker is recognized and appreciated. My commute is not very long and not very traffic-y, and there are plenty of places for me to have lunch nearby if I don't feel like packing anything. I make enough money to pay my bills, buy food, do the occasional fun thing, and still put a little bit into savings each month.
I live in a great house in a nice neighborhood with a roommate/landlord who is also a friend. We get along well, but have plenty of privacy and no difficulty being alone when we need to. My living area is spacious and cozy, and all in all it's a comfortable living arrangement.
I live near my family, get along well with them, and see them fairly frequently. Often I get fed.
I have a fantastic group of friends that I see on a regular basis, with whom I am very comfortable, and we always have fun.
I live between two big cities full of interesting things to do, but still close to nature-y type places where I can take part in a whole different class of interesting activities.
And to top it all off, there's this boy who isn't just a person who is funny and smart and talented and who treats me well, but he's cute too! And he seems to like me. Which is always a plus.
In short, good things. It's nice to remember.