I found this sign the other day and absolutely had to have it. This is my mantra, my hope for you, and what I strive to be even when I’m doing laundry or having a sick day. This sign is by my laundry basket that always seems to magically fill every day. I always suspected my kids wore an outfit for two hours or two minutes, changed, and put the (still clean, really) clothes in this basket and blithely moved on, while I had the washer going all day. Though when I saw my daughter spraying Febreeze on her shin guards and her shins, after a soccer game, I decided to stay mum on the loads of laundry I labored under.
Then I decided to be happy in my pretty room. The girly, no guys allowed room. It’s my oasis of peace and calm and I read and sing in there and thoroughly enjoy the pink. But happiness is easy when we’re in our happy place, our space, our peaceful refuge. That’s too easy, and doesn’t work for very long, because we have to, ahem, work.
Can I be happy while I’m editing my book, searching for the right words and not using be verbs all the time? Yes! That’s the window under which I write (see, I didn’t end that with a preposition). Every paragraph is work, and it’s about a dark subject, but I’m still happy, or try to be, while I edit every page. We all have to work, so why not be happy while we do our work? Mainly happy, maybe? Nah, let’s go for really happy.
Can I be happy walking by the cow picture my husband really likes, and me, not so much? Absolutely, because other people’s happiness brings a smile to us, especially if we don’t feel like happiness is a competition.
When my world is tilted and my view is limited, I’m still lucky and blessed. Do I see it that way? Do I choose happiness during another migraine? I’m learning to. Going to watch my daughter play Varsity basketball while I had a migraine, and seeing her sit the bench for the first quarter taught me a lot. She learned to cheer and be positive for others, and I learned to wait, be patient, cheer (quietly, ah my head!) and choose happiness. Even if she didn’t score. Even if she cried. Happiness. Claim it. Own it.
I found the perfect place for this pretty little sign that cost me a song. A place where my family might see it, and I will, every…single…day.
Find a way to remind yourself to look on the bright side. Be happy. Choose it. Start now. Have a beautiful week. Until next time…