As I write this blog post, I’m sitting on the deck of an oceanfront house, looking out at the bluest water I’ve ever seen.  Next to me is a half-eaten grapefruit and sand covers my feet.  My two best friends Kelly and Paige are in the chairs next to me, laughing about something we did last night. I am in paradise.  But it’s not paradise because of the incredibly nice real estate or the perfect weather or the great company.  It’s my paradise because – for the first time in a month – I’m happy. Yes, I said it:  happy. I know, for my family and friends, everyone is thinking:…