Last week in my training class the teacher read us a story about a man who every day chose to be happy. He said he could choose to be happy or choose to be stressed. He chose to be happy.
Every day this guy chose to be happy, and even when he was recovering from having fallen from a tower and needing metal rods put into his back, he still chose to be happy.
Our world, every day is what we choose for it to be. The same input is going to come at us whether we ask for it or not, that is not our world. The input does not decide who we are and what we do with our life. It is just external stimulus. Everything that comes at us from the time we are born until death offers us a choice. It is those choices that not only affect our mood right now, but who we are as people. It's those choices that allow two twins to grow up in the same environment with the same input and turn out to be very different people.
Now, the first thought I have every morning is, "Today is going to be a good day" And you know what, it is. It's almost always a good day, not because only good things happen to me, but because I decide that's what I'm going to have. I'm going to be happy because I enjoy happiness.
It's funny how the simple act of smiling can make me feel better, even when I don't feel right. I've taken to walking away when things start getting bad. I'll think of a time when things were exceptionally good and smile, and whatever bad thoughts I was having are replaced with good thoughts.
I choose to be happy. And things have been going well.