What do you want out of life? Me, I just want to be happy. I know a lot of people can say that, but I guess that’s not rally that surprising.

What does happiness mean to me? Well, I want to work with animals for a living. Which I suppose is proof that I’m actually working towards my imagined happiness, since I’m about to start my second year of the Animal Health Technology program at NAIT, and I finished my first year with Honors standing (I’ll admit, that kind of surprised me, as it’s been years since I was an honors student)

I want to make a difference in the lives of the people around me. Some times, that’s going to be through helping their animals, some times that’s going to be through helping them in a more direct manner. I know that I do this already, and I plan to continue to. It’s something that makes me feel really good.

I want my own place. That’s pretty basic, too, right? Everyone wants their own space. Well, maybe not everyone, but a fair number of people, any how. I want a space that is all my own, not shared with anyone. That in it self is still a bit of a surprise, considering that a year ago, I couldn’t imagine living on my own. Now, I cant imagine living with someone. I want to share my space with my animals and my art, but not anyone else. Maybe that’s kind of sad, in a way. I don’t know.

I want to have a place where I can work on my art when ever I want. A room devoted to it. I have so many projects underway and waiting to be started, but hardly any of them get worked on for lack of a place to work. Right now, all I’ve got is the kitchen table, and I can only leave things set up for a few days, max, before I have to break them down again. Not very conducive to productivity.

I’m starting to think I am going to move to the west coast. I’m happy there. I find a peace there like no other place I’ve visited. That’s one of the best things about my job. I can work literally any where, small town in BFN to Big City. Any where people own animals, I can work. 

And the last and least attainable. I don’t want to be alone forever. I want to find a partner. Someone I can share my life with. Someone I can love for the rest of my life. I’m sure I’ll have relationships, of that there’s really no doubt, but I don’t honestly believe I’ll ever find that partner. That makes me sad.

I think I can still be happy with four out of five though. And maybe, I’ll get lucky. Happiness is simple. It is not lots of money or fame or anything like that. Not to me, at least. Happiness is doing what I love, and peace of mind. Happiness is attainable. I’m glad I’m not just sitting here being miserable, complaining that life is not what I want it to be, even though this is certainly not the happiest I’ve ever been. I’m actively working towards my goals. I think that’s more than a lot of people can say.