Happiness is a Choice

 

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 13, 2011

Happiness is a CHOICE

Have you ever heard someone say, "he/she just doesn't make me happy anymore"? I have recently. It's made me think about what makes people happy. I'm so happy when Recker smiles big with his teeth showing. I love that; I'm so glad when my house is clean or when my husband gets home from a grueling day at work but still finds time to come into the kitchen and hug me (I love hugs). I was overwhelmingly happy to see Blake after two years when he got home from the Dominican Republic. There are so many people and things that make me happy-for, sure, too many to name, but is it an accumulation of all those things that truly bring happiness? I have to say I have been disappointed by others and allowed other people's choices to affect my life negatively--what a shame and a waste of precious time.

True lasting happiness comes from within us. No one else can give that to you; like others, I had to learn the hard way. When I discovered breast cancer, it was like a huge maillot hit me. I finally had clarity. It was time to clean house, so to speak-- I needed to do some maintenance work on myself and find out what really matters, then get rid of the rest--  For me, my happiness now comes from a deeper place in my heart, I'm OK with the choices of other people, and although they can make me sad it does not affect my eternal happiness because I know who I am, I know where I came from. I know where I want to be. Seriously? It's taken me 48 years to figure this stuff out. I have never, ever said I was a good student. HaHa.