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Yesterday sitting well wrapped in my wool blanket and trying to stop shaking at the temperature that seemed to be below the freezing point (+17 C actually) I thought why it is so that some of people seem to be happy all the time no matter what while others act like complaining is their favorite hobby (which is probably true). Hush you there, telling I am one of those later people. Well, I might be. Okay, I am (Now it’s your turn to deny it. Oh, come on…). Come to think, most of my reasons for unhappiness can be cured with a relaxing bath, a cup of mint tea and 8 hours of sleep. Tahdaaah! I found a happiness formula. I mean, who cares if it’s cold (the spring will take care of it) or if the boy doesn’t text me (I admit, I don’t even like him that much) or that I am not a rich heiress (who wants to be the next Paris Hilton? Not me!). These things come and go (Dear cold, please, go. Now!). Instead we should enjoy the snow (and snow angels, snowmen, snow war), earlier mornings and more and more light every day, long evenings with friends and mulled wine, old Italian movies and the smell of apple pie. Let’s be happy, shall we?