One thing I'm figuring out more as I'm getting older, is that happiness is a choice.
I can't wait for my preferred circumstances.
I used to blame my unhappiness and years of depression on everything around me.
I was living under "the bell jar" for years. In case you haven't been under the bell jar before... I will just say it isn't easy to breathe under there.
It's up to me to break the glass and crawl out.
I don't go around looking for a boyfriend, and new dress, a piece of cake, or a bottle of pills to get me out of it.
None of those things work because I've tried them all.
I pull myself out of the bell jar with determination and the grace of God.
I choose to focus on things that make me happy and just BE happy.
Lipstick, coffee, singing, drumming, baking biscuits, coloring my hair red, Seinfeld re-runs, my dog Toby, wearing cowboy boots, talking to my chick friends, listening to the Beatles, watching Freaks and Geeks, reading a book, driving through the country.
These are the things I do now to make myself happy.
My grandmother lived to be in her 90's and I will always credit her longevity to her good attitude.
That's what I aspire towards.
(last photo from JaneAsherPhotoblog/blog title from "Clouds up"-Air)
