People are just about as happy as they make up their minds to be.
I like happiness. Every single day, I have happiness in my life. It doesn’t take much to make me happy. Cuddling, a walk around the neighborhood, a ride in the car, delicious crumbs on the floor. They all make me happy. So do Mom, toys, dinner, friends (human and dog), and cuddling (Did I say that already?).
Here is a picture of me feeling VERY happy. I’m cuddling with my friend, Gemma, after a ride in the car with Mom, and a walk around Gemma’s neighborhood, and just before I licked the yummy floors all over her house. So happy….
Mom has a lot of happiness in her life, too. I secretly think a lot of it is about me. She said, “Writing stories makes me happy.” and “Even if I was never published again, I’d still write stories.” and “God forbid a million times!” Even rejection letters don’t take away Mom’s happiness. She says, “Ugh. Oh well. We’ll try again tomorrow.”
That’s exactly how I feel when I can’t find any crumbs on the floor!
Abraham Lincoln is right, sometimes, things don’t go your way, but you can still make up your mind to be happy! I wish I could jump up on his lap and cuddle with him…