Happiness/Joy, sometimes it's a choice.

Today has been the best day I've had in quite a while. I woke up on time. I showered. I went to class. I did pretty well on my quiz. Came back and thought about important things. Went to racquetball. Played well. It was a really good day. My emotions have been all over the place lately but, today, it seemed like all of that was over. And to think, it was only eleven.

And then it happened. God and life slapped me in the face. And not in a bad way at all, it was just tough and unexpected. And thus God reminded me about happiness and joy. If I'm just going to float along in life, affected by the parts of my day, I'm never going to be happy. Instead, I'm going to have to work for my joy. It's all about the attitudes we have.

The day has turned out better since then, but I had to immediately turn to God for strength. How great He is to never abandon me to my own emotions and to carry me when I can't do it myself.