"and so she smiled..."

Because really, what better choice is there? The ending of every situation can be, "and so she smiled." It's a choice, and I would be willing to argue that it's the best choice. BUT it's not the choice I've been making lately. Instead I've opted for vengeful thinking, manipulation, indulgence in "I hate my job", and, worst of all, irritable mom syndrome. So I'm on a quest to get my smile back, as dorky and cliche as that may sound.

I read that a person's basic level of happiness doesn't change all that much throughout the course of a lifetime.... that we have kind of a set-point that modulates some, but not in the extreme. That's kind of a relief for me, because with the exception of the past year or so, I feel like my happiness set-point is above average. I've always been known as a happy, smiley person, one with a positive attitude, one that gives "warm fuzzies" to others, all that kind of stuff. I'm compassionate and aware of the pleasures of the simple things in life. So hopefully I've got a head start. Now, with that said, I've hit a pothole. This blog will not be an investigation of that damage. Because clearly discussing that with my friends, sisters, mom, pastor, therapist hasn't gotten me out of the hole.

Instead, I'm in the pursuit of happiness. So that when the time comes, whatever the situation, the appropriate ending will be, "and so she smiled."