As I recall, when I was 12, nothing made me happy. I would guess that most likely, my 12-year-old self would probably be disappointed in me for many of the same reasons that my parents are. Besides, I was an idealist then. I thought I would change the world. The life I lead now would have seemed like selling out.
Today, I still believe I'm going to change the world. I do it every day, as best I can, with hugs and laughter, smiles and love. Any day that I make someone else happier, I have changed the world for the better. It's a different ideal, a more modest one - but it's one that lets me succeed.
I don't know if I've made anyone else happy today, but I'm fairly happy myself. It's another beautiful day outside, and I'm wearing an outfit that makes me feel pretty. (It's what I wore to Lourdes's wedding, for those who saw it.) Usually my self-image runs more to "ugly fat chick" but for some reason, this top just makes me feel really good about myself. In general I try to save it for special occasions or days when I really need the lift. Today, I wore it just so I wouldn't have to iron something and be late.
So then at lunchtime while I was heating up my food, I danced around the kitchen and dining room singing "I Feel Pretty." I figure that since it doesn't happen often, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.