A few weeks ago I was with a group of senior adults and asked, “How many of you would say, for the most part, that you’re happy?”
Almost all of them raised their hands.
I told them I’m mostly happy, too, although I would be completely, totally, 100 percent happy if my kitchen floor would stay clean, I had a flat stomach and if I could eat birthday cake with butter cream frosting every meal every day without feeling sick or getting fat.