I forgot how simple it is (when there's nothing catastrophic happening) to choose to be happy.
I allowed something small and annoying become something huge that fed into some weird sense of anger.
It's not that I was angry for a reason. Or angry with someone in particular. I just allowed myself to be angry.
At everyone.
For everything.
Stupid of me.
I'm fed. I'm clothed. I have shelter. No one I love is immediate danger or facing some incurable illness.
In short, I chose to not be happy. For no reason. Just because I could.
What a waste of a beautiful day.
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