and building my wings on the way down
Sometimes we preordain the disasters that befall us by our own poor choices. Sometimes terrible things just happen. The world is ugly sometimes. But no matter what happens, you have a choice. You can deal with the shit, and look for the joy. You can choose not to be bitter. You can focus on your children, and being a good mom, and admiring the people that they turn out to be. The list goes on and on. I think happiness is a choice. This being said, I have to tell you that I come from a bitter, angry family.
What she said.:-)
I thought the article's take on it was interesting. I'd never considered the idea that happiness as a mindset--to some degree-might be dictated by genetics.
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