Last night, as my family and I walked our dogs around the neighborhood, saying hello to neighbors and checking out the gardens and talking about Van's blog post (I know, it's like bringing your work home)... for those of you too lazy to click over, there was an overriding theme about choosing happiness... that choosing to be happy is harder than being miserable.
It's easier to be unhappy... it's easy to complain and moan and carry on... it's another thing to admit that difficulties, sadness and even sorrow exist, but to move through those feelings, and not as some sort of blissful idiot, but as a person who recognizes that life is challenging yet still joyful... they exist together.
And let me tell you, right now, we've got our misery. We are up to our eyeballs in all sorts of matters of sturm und drang... bang the gong... but you know, we've decided to simply stick all of that stress in a little box, stamp it as fragile and let it sit in the middle of our living room where we will tiptoe carefully around it until it can be shipped off, without a return address, to parts unknown.
*There might be able to be a great deal of Californication watching in the meantime...