OK. So, now you probably have that song stuck in your head, too.
Sorry… not really.
I was browsing through old photos today, and I started to notice a pattern…
Besides my ever changing hairstyles…
Besides my ever fluctuating weight…
Sometimes, the smile on my face was genuine. Sometimes, the smile was just for the camera (if there was even a smile at all). Sometimes, I was really happy. Sometimes, I really wasn’t.
For so many years, I allowed outside circumstances to control my happiness.
It didn’t matter if I was overweight or at idea weight.
It didn’t matter if my hair was long or short: brown, red, or blond.
It didn’t matter if I was on vacation, visiting friends and family, or hanging out at home.
The happiness I found never lasted, because I was expecting others to make me happy… and that is NOT their job.
Happiness is my job. I have learned that fact. I am the only person that can truly make me happy. If I’m not, I can’t blame anyone but myself…. and I always have the choice to change how I feel.
These days, I choose happy. Every. Single. Day.
Are you happy?