On The Worst Days Ever.

It was 11pm and I had just left the office. I was in the cab on the way home thinking "Fuck this shit, this has been one of the worst days ever and I'm not even glad it's over." It was like Murphy's Law was all set out to be against me. I was mad at myself for not having a good day, and then getting madder at myself for being mad at myself in the first place.  It was a vicious cycle that didn't seem like it was going to end anytime soon.

It was already 11pm. I was arriving home soon. I didn't want to have felt upset and angry for the entire day, and then go to bed feeling the same.

Right there, I knew I had a choice. I could spend the next 30 minutes sulking till I begrudgingly went to bed with a feeling of self loathing and bemoaning the dullness of the next morning where the same cycle would probably repeat itself until I died of unhappiness overload. Or, I could at least walk through my front door with a smile plastered on my face. At least, I thought, even when the entire day had sucked, I still wanted that chance of ending it on a happy note.

This is something you're definitely going to hear me saying this a whole lot: To be happy, be thankful for the things you have, and for the things to come. 

I reminded myself of all the reasons to be happy. I have a boyfriend who loves me. I have an awesome job with a bright career. I have loads of untapped potential inside me, just waiting for the right time to manifest itself. I have great friends, great colleagues, and a family that loves me. I have food on my table, a roof over my head, and money in my bank account. I can afford my needs and my wants. I'm in a cab, on my way home to a hot shower, and a comfy bed in a cozy air conditioned bedroom. 

Within 3 minutes, I turned my entire mood around from being painfully depressed to being happy and content. I paid the cab driver, and stepped out of the cab with a smile on my face.

Happiness is a choice.