Choosing Happy

I woke up in a funk, with the blues wrapped around me tighter than my sheets. I hid from the world, trying to avoid those I loved for a little bit longer, just until I could face the sunlight as it rose.

In the past this attutide would color my view of the entire day. It would shade my interactions with others. It would cause me to turn to things that didn't help. It might stay for a day or two, in it's strongest state.


This day I fought what had defeat me any other day. I chose to turn towards different things instead of that which never helped in the past. Food and purchases were exchanged for colored pencils and cameras. Staying indoors went by the wayside, and instead we drove. Just drove.

Responsibilities did not get ignored, and laughter eventually bubbled out. Sometimes it's all about making little changes to bring about big results.

The funk flew away, the lightness returned, and I was grateful for a day I chose happy.