This morning as I lay in bed, anxious about getting up to face the day ahead of me I snarled with how easy it must be for others to be happy and satisfied about life.
Yesterday I took the red bus to get downtown to the convention center for the health expo so I could save approximately $8.75 in parking fees. This morning, as I was quiet, reflecting on what transpired yesterday and might happen today, I noticed through my earplugs there was a familiar sound. Could it be rain? I pulled out the purple plugs and it was indeed coming down.
Immediately I thought, perhaps I'll drive. But maybe, I should wear my rain poncho on top of my raincoat and take the mini-umbrella. Then I thought what a hassle it would be, lugging around wet gear. Is it worth saving $8.75? Then, just as quickly, I bemoaned my attitude. So what, if I'm on my period and I'd rather remain at home on the couch. Today is a special day I promised someone else I'd gather more information with them from the experts. It's that simple. I want to do this. It will be good for me to do this. Quit making it an agonizing moment and get on with the day.
On yesterday's bus ride I saw a young woman that magnetized my imaginings. She sat directly across from me in the front. She never looked at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She had strawberry blond hair, clear radiant skin, and a fit sculpted body that looked hydrated and healthy. She had light eyes, I couldn't tell exactly what color since she never once looked at me, which seemed exquisitely focused on what she was carrying and where she was going. But the best part of watching this woman was observing the fact that she never once stopped smiling. It wasn't the fake, phony smile of a clown's makeup. It wasn't forced and didn't seem to take any effort at all. Like some people have perpetual frowns because of the way their face is made, this woman's smile seemed perpetual. I wondered what she was so happy about? Was it the package she was carrying in the mid-sized box taped shut on her lap? Did she have the perfect product in there that sells itself? Did she have a gift for a lover? Was there something luscious to eat she'd soon be enjoying with the best of friends? And when she got off on Gaviota, I searched to see whose smile was meeting her but saw no one and soon she was out of view.
I couldn't know where she went with her box. All I knew is I'd been touched just by being three feet apart from her for five minutes. During those five minutes, I didn't once fret or worry about myself. I wasn't concerned about my love life, financial affairs or the catastrophe in Japan. I was riveted by the peace that emanated from this human being and I wanted to feel what she looked like to me; completely engulfed in bliss, calm anticipation, and smooth movement. After she left the woman to my right started complaining to me about how our invading Libya was for the "New World Order", that our government was systematically killing us through pesticides, pouring chemtrails from planes in the skies, and putting fluoride in our water supply that has been proven to not help our teeth but instead unsteady our brains. I remembered how quickly lost that amazing sense of rejuvenation I felt after being in the redhead's aura for such a short time, after someone brought back to my consciousness so many issues that concern me as well.
I woke this morning, wishing I could face making my morning's sacred green juice or smoothie with as much bliss as I attributed to the redhead in the red bus. I wanted to jump out of bed and immediately feel engulfed in my own peace and contentment. I then remembered what Kevin Trudeau and Dr. Leonard Coldwell said about allowing one's self to worry about external situations and how that negatively impacts our own health and longevity.
It's a choice I have to make, over and over again. Every day I have the choice of how I want to feel.
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