Happy is a choice. So is despair. Even if it doesn't seem so at the time. It's still a choice. My choice.
This has been a hard year for me. My father in law died in April. My father's dementia has taken him into unreachable places. Other things have not gone well. Health. Investments. Friends. Stress has taken a physical toll on my body. The bottom has fallen out of my world, not once, but twice this year.
I choose joy.
Willie and Lobo "Dance With You."