Today, it’s time to discuss blessings; and just in time after yesterday’s turn to the depressing.

When it comes to deep, abiding and rewarding friendships, I have been given an embarrassment of riches. I’ve always believed that the term "best friend" referred not to a ranking, but to a level and quality of friend; the depth of the understanding, loyalty, trust, and love that ran equally between two people. My adult years have brought me a host of "best friends".  If the number of extremely close friends is added, the list continues to grow . I’m so stunningly blessed.

I’ve never been a secretive person. I have no issue keeping someone else’s confidence when asked; when it comes to myself, however, I’ve just never been clear on the point of hiding things from friends. Perhaps this comes from a combination of knowing they will love and support me, regardless of the ugly details I may share, and a desire to not self edit my life to the people I love. What is the value in a redacted version of your own experiences?

I believe that having this level of love, support and acceptance from the sheer volume of people that have showered it onto me, and accepted the same back from me, has certainly contributed to my sense of contentment in life. I so often feel that the word "content" is criminally under valued. What could be more valuable, more rewarding, and more powerful than being content? I consider contentment to be happiness when combined with a sense of peace. I believe myself to be one of the most content people I know.

And so we arrive at Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc.

For those of you who are not West Wing aficionados, debate enthusiasts, or legal scholars, the term "Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc" is Latin for "After, therefore because of". It’s used to describe a common error in logic. The error is in the assumption that just because one event follows another, the first event caused the second to occur.

I have created a life without sex or romantic attachments. I stay away from the danger of rejection. My life is a happy, full, and content one.

Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc.

Today, I ask myself for the first time; is my life so happy and content because of the absence of heartbreak and rejection risked when fighting for a romantic relationship? Or should I begin to consider the fact that maybe I am by nature a happy, contented person that will remain a happy and contented person; whether or not I take some risks and experience some rejection along the way?

I’m so open and trusting with my friends; but romantically I’ve been guarding my heart like it was made of spun sugar.

It’s time to stop living like an indoor cat.