I occasionally, well okay, I often get cranky in this blog and complain about the ills of the world. Most drivers are stupid. I had pink goo on my bagel. The government annoys the cocoa puffs out of me. The thought of Michelle Bachmann becoming president makes me want to move to Reykjavík, Iceland. These sort of things generally irk me, but I’ve been empty on the irk lately.
I’ve been smiling a lot.
I just wrote on my Facebook that it really seems true that if you smile, the world smiles with you.
I noticed in some recent photographs my expression has been noncommittal. Sort of like I’m carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, managing it for the most part but not really enjoying the experience.
The truth of the matter is, I’m smiling. I’m smiling a lot because there’s lots to smile about. We are planning a wedding, I have a great job, I am surrounded by wonderful family both at home and at all points around the country.
What’s the sense of getting all crabby about the bad stuff when the good stuff is much more important?
I think folks in what is deemed important places need to learn how to smile again. It’s our job to show them how to do it.