Lessons on Happiness

I have been making this list in my mind and I wanted to share it before I forget!

 Lesson 1: Enjoy the weather, whatever it may be
I checked the weather this morning and whined through the wall to Aleena, "Aww it's supposed to rain today!"  She immediately responded with absolute sincerity "YES!  I love the rain!"
It changed my whole day.

Lesson 1a:  You can change someone's whole day with one positive response.

Lesson 2: Embrace the happiness that is affixed to the atonement.
2 Nephi 2:10 "which punishment that is affixed is in opposition to that of the happiness which is affixed, to answer to ends of the atonement.
It's affixed.  Why let it become like forgotten chocolate in the back of the cupboard, and only bring it out for special occasions?  


Lesson 3: Every time a good thing happens, there is something to be happy about, no matter who the good thing happens to.  Thanks for that, Matt Hopkins.


Lesson 4: Sometimes we reject happiness because we didn't get what we wanted... even if what we got actually does make us happy.  http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/dan_gilbert_asks_why_are_we_happy.html
I highly recommend this


Lesson 5: The most important thing you'll ever do should always be in front of you, not behind you.  
-Randy Pausch (paraphrazed)
This makes life seriously exciting

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E.M.R. said…
Thanks for the fabulous lessons!
8:57 AM
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