Hello again! I hope all of you woke up with a positive attitude. Having a positive attitude is an amazing attribute to life. I choose to be as happy as I can every day.
I’ve had so many comments and questions addressed over the years to me about my positive attitude. They comment about me always smiling, always laughing. Others have said they feel cheered up just by seeing me.
Those are very sweet things to say. I appreciate all those compliments. But I’m not doing anything that different than anyone else can do. I live in the same world as you. Bad stuff happens to me all the time. And I mean, ALL THE TIME.
I have a lot of choices with all bad answers. I just choose the one that’s the least worst. I choose to be around people who make me laugh and smile and who make my heart happy.
Smiling makes me feel better on a bad day. Laughter makes me happy. Crying makes me sad. Getting angry makes me sick. Someone making fun of me can bring me down—but only occasionally. I usually just ignore it.
I am nice to people, but I don’t hang around people who aren’t nice. I make mistakes a lot. I don’t get down on myself if I make the same mistake twice. I laugh about the silly stuff, the stupid stuff and a lot of times even the serious stuff. That’s my way of dealing with it, and it makes me happy to deal with things that way.
I’m responsible for my happiness. I’m with “me” more than anyone else is, so I don’t like being upset with “me.”
If you find yourself saying things like ‘I wish….’ or ‘I won’t ever….’ or ‘How come….’ or ‘Why me?’, be careful. You’re taking a jet ride straight to “depressionville,” a lifetime of negative attitudes, a road to unhappiness, a woe-is-me life.
You have dumped out your barrel of monkeys, covered your sunshine with a cloud, dug yourself a dark hole and possibly wiped that smile off your face forever.
I’ve been unpopular, and I’ve been popular. I’ve been made fun of, and I’ve been bragged on. I’ve been lonely and alone. I’ve been done wrong, and I’ve been done right. I’ve been divorced. I’ve been scared, and I’ve been brave. I’ve had a miscarriage, a broken leg, a broken hand, shoulder surgery, hip replacement surgery and cancer. I’ve been mistreated, and I’ve been loved.
I lost a daddy when he died in a car wreck. My mother died from cancer. I live with the pain of loss. So, if you have ever asked me why I always seem so happy, just do what I do. Accept what you can’t change. Don’t want what you can’t have. Be thankful of everything and for everything. Keep God in your heart, and choose to be as happy as you can be.
