Choices

​My dad is the type of old man that everyone knows.  He talks to everyone.  He shares his stories and jokes even if people aren't interested.  Why?  He is happy.  One day, I asked my dad why he was so happy all the time.  His response, "Kiddo, to be happy is a choice.  Everyday, I choose to wake up and be happy. Life is too short."

This really made me think about all the days that I have chosen to be miserable, irritable, or sad.  I made the decision to allow my thoughts to impact my mood.  I entertained the feelings of discontent, instead of pushing them from my mind and choosing to be happy. 

Today, I choose to feel happy.  I choose to take responsbility for my own actions and no one else's.  How about you?