I’ve written before about life getting messy.
Yesterday was a day of deep and profound sadness; a turning-point brought on by someone I love very much. They are not themselves, but refuse to get help and it’s hurting everyone who loves them.
It rips my heart out but I am not mad. They are confused.
And I have a choice; I get to choose if I let things beyond my control put a cloud over my perspective and disposition (all pain comes from a lack of control).
But rather than feel like a victim and reach for explanations that may never come, or fix what I cannot heal, I make the conscious decision to focus instead on the positive in my life.
Instead of dwelling on what appears to be the painful loss of what was a steadfast constant, or on the obvious and traumatic pain the situation is causing others I love, I choose instead to be grateful for the many blessing in my life, past, present and future.
I have a great life with a wonderful career and even more potential; I have fantastic friends and family; I live in an exceptional nation with plenty of food, water, shelter, and clothing; and within the past eleven months I have achieved the greatest level of happiness I’ve ever had … even before I became paralyzed.
There is plenty to be sad about, but there is even more to be happy about.
I choose to live in the happy.