Grinning Wildly

More than one thing made me smile yesterday. A dog outside the grocery store, carolers in the coffee shop, some numbers coming my way, an unexpected cheque from the government. I want nothing more in life than to be happy and wear this grin with permanence, but at the same time, being happy does less to stimulate my creativity than being miserable. If it came down to a choice, though, my creativity would be contrived. It's easier to fake.