Happiness is a choice....

It has been a long couple of weeks in Walton World, and I am ready for a revived spirit.  One too many times, the dreaded words, "It could have been worse," have been uttered, and I am starting to feel unreasonable in my response.  But ultimately, I know my reaction to what is going on in my life is up to me, and I have to be the one to set the tone for how I feel about my own experiences.  Easier said than done.  But eminently possible.  Even, on a good day, fairly manageable.

So today, a lovely, sunny Saturday filled with promise, I mostly chose to make it a good day.  I chose joy.  I chose to smile, whether I felt like it or not.  I laughed at my dogs and their silly antics.  I felt cheerful when looking at the flowers my husband chose to give me earlier this week.  I took a nap because I felt like indulging my baser instincts.  And I am not going to feel guilty about it, because I needed that time for me.