i don't get this right all the time. sometimes i choose to wallow, sometimes i don't choose to wallow but i have trouble staying out of the mud. making a choice to live with joy sometimes means there isn't much joy at all. sometimes it means sitting with pain or disappointment and accepting it graciously, learning and growing until i am ready to move forward. sometimes the closest i can get to being happy is not to fight against the bad bits, not to exhaust myself with anger at something i cannot change.
i can't stand people who are eternally cheery, not if it seems to be fake. i think there is a lot to be said for a little bit of whinging, just enough to acknowledge our humanity so i'm not advocating unending optimism and i'm not asking anybody to pretend. i'm not saying nothing should ever be tough but i am saying that we can always choose to make lemonade. some batches will be sweeter than others but lemonade is a handmade product and variations just prove it's authenticity :)