Between all the travel—
fatherhood in Florida,
being an artist in Brooklyn—
the poetry, the podcast,
never-ending laundry,
never-ending dishes,
never-ending garbage,
day jobs, night gigs,
heartbreak, headaches,
attempting to workout,
editing the novel,
submitting the novel,
reading, writing,
listening to lots of music,
watching movies, shows...
...happiness is an uneventful event.