Happy Place

by Emily Henry

I don’t think she’s ever totally understood why I find it easier to fulfill other people’s expectations than to set my own.

And that’s what I’m most used to: coasting along on other people’s whims and feelings. It had never occurred to me that that could be read as apathy. That they might think I just don’t care. Guilt twinges through me.

The clay becomes an extension of me, like it and I are working together.

“Fuck that,” he says. “A happy potter’s better for this world than a miserable surgeon.”