Daily we see those bumper stickers and motivational posters that encourage you to “Choose the Happy” and we usually roll our eyes and think, “Pfffft….yeah, right.” But the more I think about it, the more I realize that ultimately happiness truly is a choice. Whatever your situation, health, schedule, pain level, payscale, you-name-it: You can CHOOSE to be happy.
Every morning before I put my daughter on the school bus, I remind her to “make good choices.” I’m sure that she just hears this the same as she hears “have a good day” and “don’t forget your backpack.” But today I told her to “choose the happy, Randa,” and she smiled at me and replied, “Yes, choose happy.” The message must have clicked because it’s already 11:30 a.m. and I haven’t received a phone call from the Alternate Curriculum staff at her high school informing me of any Autistic Meltdowns. Yay, me. Yay, her.
Anyway, I’m continuing to choose the happy. Because if I wait for happiness to choose me, I’m gonna be collecting my social security checks by the time it arrives and….well, maybe not. I may not be happy with the size of that check or whether or not there’s any social security left for people in my age bracket…but I can still choose to be happy. No matter what, it’s always a choice.