Is there such a thing as too happy?

I've missed you. Or, put another way, I've missed me... since I'm one of the very few that reads this blog. (smile)

What I really mean is that I miss writing. I miss being able to talk about one thing, uninterrupted, for as long as I'd like. For most of my life, I kept a journal, which, at its best, was like a travelogue, dispatches from the adventures of my life. Even in the rough spots... ESPECIALLY in the rough spots... the very act of chronicling transformed my day-to-day experiences into a journey, a story, a narrative arc that felt bigger than my own four walls.

And there's the rub... that part about writing being ESPECIALLY good during the rough spots. I am just much less inclined to sit and write when I'm happy. Too busy getting on with things to brood about what it all means. And lately, I've been living an exceptionally happy life, on every level. Yay for me! But, eh hmmm... not so good for my journal that used to be my best friend, and not so good for that whole "narrative arc" deal.

I guess what I'm saying is though I miss writing, I'm not sure that I miss being a person who has something to write about.

So what to do? Hmmmm. I suppose that before I sit down to write, I could concentrate on the things that annoy me. Get myself worked up about rude drivers, right-wing wingnuts, and people who chew gum with their mouths wide open.

Let me chew on that for a while, and see where it takes me. Or, heck, maybe I should just change the name of this blog from "GenMGirl" to the "The (Invisible) Adventures of a PollyAnna" and call it a day.