I use to get so mad when people told me happiness was a choice. It didn’t feel like a choice. I just can’t make myself be happy when I’m not.
It’s odd, because this week I feel like I have come close to having all of the life energy sucked out of me. I feel empty and anxious. I’m dealing with life crisis and trying to stay calm. I’m faced with sadness, life change, and a whole lot of responsibility. It feels daunting. I’ll admit, I’m a little afraid I might not be up to the challenge (though I know I will).
While going through all of this, I’ve had two people contact me and ask me how I’m always so happy. I had to pick my jaw up off of the floor. I still seem happy to others? It’s not like I’m sitting around and moping, but I never expected others to come to me for advice about how to be living a joyful life in a time I am not feeling much (they aren’t aware of the personal issues in my life).
And then it occurred to me….happiness IS a choice. I had one of those Ah-Ha moments. I choose not to wallow. I choose to focus on positive and look for hope. I do things that bring me joy and reenergize me. I drink coffee in the sun, I read inspirational stories, I paint, I hug my kiddo. I write down all of the things I am incredibly grateful for in my life (and the list is long!). I choose to not allow myself to be bottomed out. I choose to focus on refilling myself by being good to myself. I choose happiness….or at least the pursuit of it.