100 Happy Days & Beyond!

LIVE A HAPPY LIFE!

Happy Days are here again and they can be there again tomorrow...
You can find something everyday to make you happy!

I see a lot of my friends on social media posting about 100 Happy Days and they would post pics of all their favorite things that would make them smile. I wonder if we would take a page out of their book and everyday, even the dark and gloomy days, remember just one thing, consider one memory, do one random act of kindness that would make you smile...

My current status in life may not be everything that I desire it to be; No...everything does not come up roses for me but I choose to think about one thing that would make me smile and make me happy!

I Love Food...that makes me Happy!
I Love Shopping...that makes me Happy!
I Love Family...that makes me Happy!
The list can go on and on beyond 100 Happy Days

We can choose to make a decision to think happy thoughts and surround ourselves with happy memories and it beats sad faces, sad tears and our bouts of depression. We simply, all have a choice to decide how we allow the events of our life to shape our decision and emotions...

Pharrell Williams says it best in his hit song... Happy

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

Because I'm happy

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

Because I'm happy

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

Because I'm happy

Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do

Cheers to a life filled with happiness and joy and for as much as you can control,
don't let anything bring you down...

Be Happy!

Unveiled to Be Transformed
-Keisha

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