When I went to the WWU health centre yesterday to see my psychiatrist, the receptionist who checked me in gave me some unsolicited advice:
"Take joy in the little things," Paula told me, happy that I was five minutes early for my appointment. "If you build up the little bits of happiness every day, it grows incrementally, like a savings account. Eventually you have a big bank of happiness, and you can let the bad stuff roll off of you much easier."
I smiled at her advice, amused that my being early (for a change) made her so happy.
"And let me tell you what I always tell my kids," she went on. "Every morning, first thing, look in the mirror, and decide if today is going to be a good day, or a bad day. Because the choice to be happy is ultimately yours."
I sincerely thanked her for the advice, and you know what? This morning, I did exactly what she advised. I looked in the mirror, and decided today is going to be a happy day -- after all, there's a big joy in my life today: Having fought tooth and nail to get back in school, I'm starting my next-to-last quarter today!
Heck, who needs psychiatrists when you have receptionists dispensing advice like that?
"Take joy in the little things," Paula told me, happy that I was five minutes early for my appointment. "If you build up the little bits of happiness every day, it grows incrementally, like a savings account. Eventually you have a big bank of happiness, and you can let the bad stuff roll off of you much easier."
I smiled at her advice, amused that my being early (for a change) made her so happy.
"And let me tell you what I always tell my kids," she went on. "Every morning, first thing, look in the mirror, and decide if today is going to be a good day, or a bad day. Because the choice to be happy is ultimately yours."
I sincerely thanked her for the advice, and you know what? This morning, I did exactly what she advised. I looked in the mirror, and decided today is going to be a happy day -- after all, there's a big joy in my life today: Having fought tooth and nail to get back in school, I'm starting my next-to-last quarter today!
Heck, who needs psychiatrists when you have receptionists dispensing advice like that?
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i've found that the more i pay attention to the amusing little things that make me smile, the things that irritate, disappoint, or depress seem less overwhelming.
that's a good receptionist, right there!
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>"Every morning, first thing, look in the mirror, and decide if today is going to be a good day, or a bad day. Because the choice to be happy is ultimately yours."
I used to do this with a waitress I was trapped with four or five days a week. She had a pretty whiny personality and liked to assume the worst about everybody - which drove me batshit. The morning after a particularly bad day I told here that we were going to have a good day today. It worked.
I think just planting the idea that you can choose to have a good day made a small difference and I started doing it two or three mornings a week. I'm sure she thought I was cracked, but it did seem to help. And if nothing else I chose to have a good day, if her's went south it wasn't my fault. ;-}
So tomorrow you will have a good day. Trust me.