I always feel like everybody else seems to live such interesting and fulfilling lives whereas nothing terribly exciting ever happens to me. I’m not saying I’m unhappy, I’ve learnt to derive a lot of joy from the little things and I do genuinely enjoy my life. But every once in a while, I find myself wishing that I had something more. After all, when people talk about why they’re happy, it’s usually some intriguing event that’s happened, not just that they had a particularly enjoyable laundry day.