I was feeling a bit self-conscious about my earlier post about happiness. I have many friends–good, close friends I love who have battled cancer, had breasts or lumps or malignant cells removed, had chemo, or supported their spouses while enduring treatment–and I have a close friend whose mom has Alzheimer’s and a close friend whose dad has ALS.
In no way, did I want to make light of these life-threatening, un-happy-making situations. There’s nothing happy about them, and simply deciding to be happy isn’t easy. I didn’t in any way mean to imply that it is.
Nobody has complained about what I had to say; it’s not that. I just wanted to comment on it all because those overwhelming life situations don’t make deciding to be happy an easy choice. I had been thinking about all of this, feeling self-conscious, and talked to my friends David and Rachael Hanel and Danielle Mitchell about all this when we were on a bike ride a couple weeks ago. Danielle, sports physician and researcher, told me I should not feel bad. She said that even terminal patients–those with no hope of recovery–have that choice, too. Choosing happiness and choosing to have a positive attitude, even in the face of death, has an effect of great magnitude. Sooo… I rest my case. And I do, forever, want to choose happiness. Whatever spins life throws me.