What a question to receive before my first coffee.
Part of me wanted to start a philosophical essay about what happiness actually might be, but I'm sure that's not the root of your ask. 😄
I love my life right now - I do have a good partnership, good friends, a good job. I have safety and contentment, but there's also things in my life to look forward to. I tend to fill my spare time with things I love doing. (Not speaking of the upcoming dentist appointment next Monday, but you know, sometimes we just have to suffer through some things.)
Do I wake up with a smile each morning? Goodness me, absolutely not. Last night I had about 4.5 hours of sleep, so a smile certainly wasn't to be found anywhere near my face this morning.
There's daily stressors, mental and unfortunately physical health hiccups, and wanting/missing things in my life that aren't achievable (mostly people related, but I could also do with suddenly winning a house in Devon and the ability to move there without the tons of paperwork and money usually necessary).
Coming back to the philosophical essay: Did you know that the word happy actually meant lucky for a long time? Given my first twenty years on this planet: I certainly feel incredible lucky to have ended up where I am these days.
So, yes, anon - I'm happy. Thanks for asking! I hope you'd answer the same if I'd ask you back.