With all the bad news filtering down all around us, it is tempting to pull the covers back over our heads and postpone facing the new day.
I’m reminded that happiness is a muscle we must use, or it will wither away. There is always something to celebrate, even in the worst of times.
“Many people are addicted to suffering and have a mental habit of point out the worst in people or situations,” writes author Marianne Williamson, in her little book “Abundant Grace.”
“Knowing that every time we arrive somewhere safely, we have something to be happy about; every time our children rush up to us and smile, we have something to be happy about; every time we get out of bed and can take a deep breath and go out for a walk, we have something to be happy about.”
Williamson says that whatever we focus on tends to expand. Where we see negative, we call forth more negative. Where we see positive, we call forth more positive.
I’m reminded of that little song from the 1980s – “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”…there’s a lot of truth in the simple little ditty.
“Here’s a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don’t worry, be happy.
In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry you make it double
Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry – be happy now”