I'm not a very good blogger. Probably because I don't really have a direction...this blog is really just the ramblings of a sometimes bored, sometimes lonely woman. So I apologize to anyone that actually reads this.
Random thought for the day:
I used to be a night owl. This began as a child, when I would stay up as late as possible reading whatever Babysitter's Club book I had on hand. Not even early morning seminary could get me in bed at a reasonable time. Freshman year, I had class at 8 the first semester and work at 8 then next. I missed that class a lot, and my kind teacher would call me and see how I was. I was late to work fairly frequently and, well, my supervisor was a bit less kind about it. I would later blame this on my thyroid, but...even on the meds, I stayed up rather late. Skip ahead to summer, 2012. It's nigh impossible to stay up late every night and wake up on time to get to work by 5:30 to open up and cook breakfast sandwiches. Years later, I still struggle to stay up past 10:30 or so.
Now, I'd like to think that my early-to-bedding helps me get up earlier in the morning. Alas, it does not. Curse getting older and all that jazz.
Since you're still paying attention, here's my discourse for the day:
Happiness is a choice, my friends. I'm sure you've all heard that a lot (I know I have). Easier said than done, you say. Here's the thing: you're not always going to be happy. You'll be sad, angry, frustrated, stress, or just plain down. But if you choose to just be a happy person, you will be.
It takes some effort to stick with this decision. It helps that I'm up close and personal with some gorgeous, majestic mountains. It's easy to see the beauty in this world of ours, and it makes me happy. Seeing happiness in others makes me happy. When I get things done, I'm satisfied and happy. My husband makes me happy.
What makes you happy?
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