I am always going to make sure I am the happiest I can be.

Happiness gets talked about as a pursuit, which suggests chasing. In practice it looks more like maintenance: the boiler serviced before winter, the bike chain oiled, the small unglamorous jobs that stop things seizing up.

What keeps a person well is usually boring and already known. Sleep. Someone to talk to. Getting outside. Not letting one week without seeing a friend quietly become three. Nobody needs telling which of theirs has slipped. You know, and it is probably the one you have been meaning to sort out since spring.

Pick that one. It does not have to be today, but pick it.