Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.
Today I am feeling extraordinarily imperfect. My quads, calves, and back are definitely operating at less-than-perfect standards. I'd say most days they're at about 95% ... today, it's maybe 20%. I'm trying to look beyond the imperfections, but it's really bugging me. It puts me in a position I dislike intensely: deciding whether it's better to push myself or better to rest. I really struggle with this decision tree. I used to have a default mode of pushing myself, and I learned that it wasn't the smartest or healthiest option, especially when it was employed willy-nilly. But, if I rest, will that be a decision I'm pleased with, or will I regret it later? I seek balance: to be happy with either choice, because the reality is neither choice is a perfect one. Some days, decisions are easy. Today, though, is not one of those days.