Yes, I'm pretty enthusiastic about everything ... even the lousy stuff. I could be an Afganis Refugee, a leper in india, a brothel slave in eastern europe, a pedigreed trophy blonde, or a starving Somalian... I won the lottery just by being born healthy into a decent family in what is closest to a utopian society ... and I'm in a happy, solid relationship with a man I adore and admire too.

Don't get me wrong, nothing is perfect. Matt emits strange odors from time to time, takes every opportunity to startle, shock, and torture me, watches a lot of combat videos, and is an impossible disciplinarian, but his value system makes steel look soft, he is so good to me, he's not afraid to go into the wilderness with me for weeks at a time, and he has cute berry feets.

Yes, I have plenty to whine about and we struggle like mad every day, but seriously ... unless I'm a completely DAFT ingrate, how could I NOT be happy?!

How could you not be happy? Do you have nice food to eat? Do you have clean clothes? Clean water? A home? A TV? Internet access? Are you physically whole and healthy? Do you have to worry about a bomb going off next to you or a terrorist taking any chance of food away? Do you have to worry about freezing to death because you have no clothes or a safe place to sleep tonight? Do you have to worry if you will be given drugs and forced to have sex with mobsters? Do have access to school, transportation, and medical care?

So yeah, I am enthusiastic. I'm enthusiastic about everything because I have at least 60 more years ahead of me