I. AM. HAPPY.

I came to a revelation today: a relationship would detract from my happiness. I am so happy doing what I want, when I want (translation= when I am able). It’s so easy for me to just pick up and go. I try new things, meet new people, visit new places, relish in the new sights, sounds, flavors, and smells that I probably could not appreciate otherwise, being distracted by another body, voice, thought, or concern that is not my own. Sure it would be nice to have a travel buddy, someone to make sleeping in unfamiliar places more comfortable, someone to share in the moments where regular life turns into a scene straight out of a Will Ferrell comedy. But how many moments would I miss out on because two schedules now have to become one, two people now have to agree on things, two people now have to explain why they do or don’t want to do something together? In the event that *he* wouldn’t want to come with me, I would have to consider *his* feelings if I decided to do it anyway (minus happy points). And if I do decide to go on my own, I would have that nagging thought of “*he’s* not here with me” (minus more happy points).

If a special man comes along and fits into my puzzle, I certainly won’t turn him away! But he must be AMAZING, SPECTACULAR, and INCREDIBLE to make me feel like he can replace some of my happy with his happy. But I have faith that he exists and I will meet him somewhere in the world. . .who knows, I may have already met him! (I have many friends *insider*)

Until then, I am in a relationship with Adventure.