Learning to Choose Happiness

     This week has been absolute madness. To let everyone see into my week, let me explain what I had going on. School was awful this week. I had a 5 page creative non-fiction paper, a 6-7 page British literature critical essay, a personal diet analysis (basically a three page paper about my own nutrition), a nutrition assignment on the glycemic index and exchange list, a nutrition discussion post, a nutrition quiz, two Spanish assignments, a Spanish test, all while staying caught up on my reading for school. I can barely handle how much homework I had to do this week. Besides that, I had work (I'm so tired- 4 am shifts are rough) and my actual classes to attend. I also hadn't a boutiques to prepare for as well as trying to keep up on ournhome with Marty's help and  finding time t soendwith him.
      Well, the meat of this post is not to complain, but to explain how much better stress and hard times are with a happy attitude. My goal as do lately is to stay calm when troubles come and to be happy even when I want to be bitter or angry. With such a busy schedule, it would be so easy to be grumpy and always complain. It would also be miserable. I had such a bug learning experience this week. Lately, I have loved making my own whole wheat bread to eat for lunches- it's also so much healthier. I decided to make some Friday night but started too late as I had to be up at 3 the next morning to go to work for a few hours before my boutique started. Marty, who is the absolute sweetest husband, offered to stay up and bake it for me so I could get some rest. I woke up around midnight to the smell of burnt bread. Marty had forgotten to get it out as he had fallen asleep. Frantic, I ran to the kitchen t get it out before we smoked out our apartment. I woke Marty up to ask him how long it had been in there. Poor Marty felt so bad. At first, I felt angry because I really wanted this bread for my lunch the next day and I had spent some of my time making it when I still had lots to do. When I took a step back from my bad feelings, I realized how grateful I was for my husband. How can I be mad when he always helps me and takes so much of my stress and burdens off my shoulders. He was trying to be helpful, and his effort and willingness to help me is worth so much more than a loaf of bread. I was overwhelmed with feelings of love and gratitude for Marty, and I know this is how I am intended to deal with anger because seeing the good washes it out and replaces it with wholesome and happy feelings and thoughts.
      Besides all he stress and the long to-do list, I honestly felt happy this week. I don't even think it was all that bad.  Choosing happiness can make all the difference in our lives. Plus, who wants to be angry or bitter anyway? I am so grateful for this lesson and I can't wait to see how I am able to better deal with my trials and shortcomings. Also, I'm really grateful for Marty. He makes everything better.   Love you, babe! Here's to an even better week.