Happiness Is a Choice (Most Days)
Happiness is really a choice—if you want it.
Michael Singer’s voice echoed in my ears as I jogged along the Greenway by Arbutus Drive this morning. I found myself nodding along.
It’s our last day in Vancouver before heading to Vancouver Island. With six kids total, the trip has been full of joy, laughter, and—unsurprisingly—a fair share of challenges. 😅
This morning, I caught a glimpse of my past self in a mom managing four kids, the youngest just over five—constantly worried about wandering children, “potential” dangers like crossing the street too fast, snack timing, and the inevitable sugar highs after oversized ice cream. 😅 I couldn’t help but wonder how much of that chaos came from the anxiety surrounding them.
I remembered those feelings all too well. I used to worry endlessly about how much my kids ate or slept, convinced it would affect their growth or future. But the truth is, there’s only so much I can control. I’m 5’1”, their dad is 5’9” (which, technically, isn’t that short for Asians 😅), and the doctor has already declared my kids’ growth potential to be… “bleak.” 🤣
So why worry about what’s already out of my hands?
This isn’t to judge—or to say letting go is easy. But I do notice these familiar thoughts when they surface, and I get to choose whether they run my day or whether I stay present and enjoy this precious time with my kids.
So I asked myself: how do I want to live today?
That shift was enough—to feel lighter, enjoy the morning, and somehow run an extra mile. 😅
Still thinking out loud—curious what you think.
