Some people might say happiness is being surrounded by the people you love. Others may claim success in your chosen field is happiness. There are those among us who claim happiness is seeing your boss’s Porsche being carpet bombed by a flock of migratory birds. While I believe every one of these is a valid source of happiness, I think true happiness is a choice.
That’s right I said happiness is a choice. I’ve had my fair share of crap to deal with. More than some, less than others. It doesn’t really matter how much is shoveled onto the top of your heap, it’s all relative. If you haven’t had to deal with much more than a paper cut then running out of gas on the highway is a true tragedy. If you’ve watched your entire planet destroyed by a Death Star while wearing cinnamon buns as hair accessories, losing your job isn’t so bad. It’s all about your tolerance level.
I’m not going to give you a list of my greatest hits. That would serve no purpose. I will tell you that at my lowest point I had an epiphany. I realized I was angry because I’d chosen to be angry. If I could choose to be angry, I could choose to be happy. Right? So that’s what I did. In that moment I realized that I had a pretty awesome life. True, life had been a cruel mistress but all the loss and pain I’d dealt with only proved how lucky I truly was. I had a family who loved me and I’d found my passion. How many people can say that? Not many. Now, I’m not saying you can just decide to be happy and it will suddenly start raining men and money. It takes work. You have to act like your life is happy. Believe your life is happy, act like your life is happy, and your life will be happy. Some days I have to say, “My life is awesome because I didn’t spontaneously combust today.” Other days I get to say, “My life is awesome because…it’s just awesome!!” For me, any day that passes without me shooting someone in the face is a great day.