Once upon a time, while in my happy place, I was skipping down a path dreaming of a warm embrace. Then I suddenly tripped, falling flat on my face. Now, this was totally screwing with my mantra, this is supposed to be a happy place. Time to regroup; figure out where my happy place is, because I’m certain it cannot be found in a courtroom suing the owner of the sidewalk. So I went to the store, picked up some cement, and fixed the sidewalk myself. Now I’m back in my happy place, skipping down the path, dreaming of a warm embrace.