I’ve always thought happiness was complicated. Like you have to have the perfect job, the best house, a loving family. But then I sat alone in a fast food restaurant. I sipped my soda and ate my burger and fries, and I realized…THIS, for me? This is happiness. This thing that so many people do every day, this mundane thing…makes me happy. I might go home and find a pile of laundry waiting to be folded. My husband might be in a horrible mood and we might not talk much about our days. I might go to bed feeling less than happy. But. For those moments? I felt it. Pure happiness.