There once was a woman who lived alone in a one bedroom apartment.
She had a job that she liked.
Enough money to pay her bills, save some, and spend some.
She had friends that she would do things with but no best friend.
She went to a gym that she liked and where she felt included and challenged.
Occasionally she would volunteer with various non-profit organizations.
She liked reading, good TV, and nice restaurants.
She had a bulldog named Bosco who she loved.
She enjoyed her life.
Sometimes her family would pressure her to start a family of her own.
Sometimes her friends would inadvertently do the same.
And perhaps that's something she might like.
But perhaps not.
She kept on doing the things she enjoyed.
She was fulfilled.
There are no requirements for a happy life.
No checklist for contentment.
No formula for success.
We all walk our own path.
All paths lead to the mountaintop.
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