I’m not sure what’s going on, but there seems to be something wrong with my face. I am deep in the throes of one of the worst break-outs I have ever had and I don’t understand it. Nothing in my skin care regimen has changed, and although I am stressed beyond what seems humanly possible that is nothing new. The only thing I can think of is that things are just so damn awesome right now that perhaps this is not an acne issue, but rather some kind of happiness rash. Life is bliss at the moment, and I am bursting at the seams with joy and gratitude. Since I am, as a general rule, a bit of a quiet little mouse, maybe all of this happiness inside me needed to find a way out so it has begun to seep through my pores. Normally I would Freak the Hell Out over something like this, use it as an excuse to hermit myself away, but I am so pleased with life right now that I don’t even care.

There are so many good things happening, you guys! My job is amazing, I can’t even begin to describe how lucky I am. My best friend Pam started working there last week and one of our favorite things to do is stand in the dispensary folding towels, shaking our heads and wondering how the heck we got this deal. We basically get paid to hang out. It’s kind of ridiculous. I found some new ways to cut corners on my bills, which is a really boring thing to talk about so I will spare you the details, but part of it included purchasing a new phone today and this thing is so sleek and fancy that I don’t even know how to use it yet. And also, I spoke to my rental agent today who informed me that the owner has agreed to extend my lease another year, which means we don’t have to move in July and we get to stay in this beautiful little house where we have been so happy. Bliss! AND my lilacs are blooming which is wonderful because they are my favorite flower. They have exploded in my yard, and I have them overflowing in vases in the living room, filling my home with their sweet, bashful little scent. I am happy. I am grossly, sickeningly happy. Someone should really come over here and smack me or slash my tires or something, because I honestly don’t know how to function when everything is going well. Maybe that’s what this face thing is. Maybe it’s not a happiness rash, maybe it’s because my body is so confused at the sudden lack of weepy, angsty despair that it’s having trouble adjusting. All of my hormones and brain chemicals are experiencing an identity crisis.

Anne Lamott says there are only two true prayers: Help me, help me, help me, and Thank you, thank you, thank you. April was a help me month, but May is lovely. She is so darling and gracious and pretty, and I want to describe to you how wonderful I feel, but it’s all coming out garbled. All I can really say is thank you, thank you, thank you.