It was raining hard today as I drove north on Highway 100. I wasn’t thinking if I was happy or sad or angry or fearful, I just was driving, just living. Breathing in and out. Sort of neutral. I was not smiling. Then the license plate on the Black Buick Enclave in front of me gave me a message.
The Black Buick Enclave told me, “B-HAPPYY.” Actually, it was yelling at me. Or do all license plates yell? Are they always all capital letters?
And whoever paid the seventy-six dollars plus the standard registration fee for their vanity license plate in Pennsylvania, with seven letters and one hyphen, B-HAPPYY, I thank you.
Thank you car driver in front of me for reminding me to be happy. Or to B-HAPPYY. Thank you for reminding me life is fun. And we can spell happy with two p’s and two y’s, and we can spell be, b. Thank you for helping me smile.
Maybe the license plate was singing not yelling?
I wrote the part about the license plate yelling before I went to bed last night. This morning when I woke up at five. Or when the cat woke me up at five, I thought, Maybe the license plate wasn’t yelling. Maybe it was singing? Maybe it was singing this song?
Happiness is the truth
It might be raining. It might be raining outside your car. It might be raining inside your house. It might be raining inside your heart.
Happiness is a Choice
“You have two choices. You can be happy or you can be sad. And I pick happy all the time. Happiness is a choice.”
— Berdeane Bodley, My mother
“The greatest discovery of any generation is that a human can alter his life by altering his attitude.”
― William James
“The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.”
― Marcus Aurelius,
Now I want to save my money and buy a license plate that says SSMILE.
Do you think happiness is a choice?
Please tell me in the comments how you are doing. I always love to hear from you. Hi Mom.
I wonder how happy my mom was when I called her at 5:28 this morning asking for her wisdom about being happy?