Delenn: “She said you haven’t been sleeping, that you’ve barely been eating. She said that you have been, in her words, ‘carrying on cranky.’ I looked up the word cranky, it said ‘grouchy.’ I looked up grouchy, it said ‘crotchety.'” […]
Sheridan: (distracted) “Something here doesn’t make sense.”
Delenn: “That’s what I thought when I came across ‘crotchety.’ This cannot be a real word, I said.”
I woke up cranky this morning. Tired, not enough sleep, not excited about the day, afraid I didn’t have time to get everything done, bitter about life, the universe, and everything. Feeling sorry for myself. Determined to resent every minute of the morning.
It isn’t the first time I’ve done this. I’ve had practice.
But this morning was different. This morning I stopped, and I realized I was only making myself miserable. I was only setting myself up for failure, getting into a mood where any tiny setback (egad, this hotel didn’t pre-fill the iron with water!!) felt like a personal affront. I realized, in other words, that this wasn’t going to work.
So I changed. Just like that, I decided to be happy. And it worked.
It was easier than I thought.
Look, I hate to be that guy. That annoyingly cheerful, inspirational speaker dude who’s always smiling and saying things like, “Live your best life now!” And honestly, I’m not that guy. More often than I wish, I can be cranky; grouchy; crotchety.
Is it always as easy as just deciding to be happy? Maybe not. Okay, probably not. I know everyone’s life is different, people are going through all sorts of trials, and sometimes the energy or the mindset just isn’t there. I get that.
But this morning, for me, happiness was a decision. And if there’s even a chance it could be a decision for you too, I thought that was something worth sharing.