choice

The shelf was near overflowing for months, but I wouldn’t admit it. There was always more than a sliver of space which was an open invitation to keep piling. Photo albums, cookbooks, and children’s books my kids had outgrown years ago. All happily co-existed – until they didn’t.

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People like to say that happiness is a choice, but that’s only partly true. It’s not as simple as telling yourself, “I’m going to be happy!” and suddenly waves of happiness wash over you and your entire life is transformed. Would be nice, yes? 

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Things at work were stressful, to put it mildly. Stupid policy changes were getting in the way of doing great work. No matter where you turned, people were talking about the new policy and not saying nice things. The CEO put out clever messaging via the standard channels, but people weren’t buying what he was selling. It was ugly. 

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