Happiness isn't really a goal. It's just a result of successful choices in life. And occasionally luck.

It makes me wonder if everyone doesn't just have a certain amount of love to give, per month or whatever; and she simply gives hers so intensely that it runs out momentarily every once in a while.

Time.  My enemy, my friend.  Oh what he gives, and what he takes.

I'm still so proud every time I bake something...

Don't confuse having an opinion with being creative.