Happiness is a funny thing. Sometimes it hits you just as hard as its arch-nemesis, sadness and/or depression. And then you don’t know what to do about it. You don’t want to talk about it, because then you’ll *JINX* it. You don’t want to celebrate anything too wildly, because you don’t want to seem boastful or like you are rubbing it in anyone’s face. And because of the nature of our often cruel and spiteful world, you hold your breath, silently enjoying your happy, while at the same time, constantly looking over your shoulder, waiting for that ominous other shoe to drop. But why should anyone feel ashamed of being happy? That just seems incredibly counter intuitive to the whole concept. Yet, there it is. I’d like to blame the Internet for this shame (or more specifically, Facebook), but that’s not quite right. The Internet, for all that we...
