Choose happiness

I've been knocked on my ass for the past few days. Things are sucking infinitesimally. I restrain myself from screaming "FUCK IT! FUCK IT!" in my car, at work, during my run, when I'm sitting idly on my couch.
It's like I'm piloting a plane that it is a nose dive and I'm trying to pull it up and then I do, but then we hit turbulence and everyone spills their drinks in their laps. And the landing gear gets stuck.
I'm a rational person. Strike that: there are moments when I am not irrational. And I understand that, fundamentally, happiness is a choice. Some people have a much easier time choosing happiness, which is kind of basic when you think about it.
I'm getting somewhere with this post, I promise.
I started watching "Julie and Julia" today. Halfway through. I recommend it. I really like Julia Childs' character: she seemed like a very vibrant and headstrong woman that wasn't afraid to take risks and who loved life very much.
Her counterpart in the movie, Julie, creates a blog and is attempting to try out all of Child's recipes over the span of a year as a way to challenge herself and so that she can offset the stress of her career by doing something she loves: cooking.
I am going to do the same thing.
I'm totally kidding. I had cheese and crackers and dates and walnuts for dinner and I'm pretty sure bagged salad is a food group.
But back to happiness. You have to work at it. Okay, maybe you don't have to work at it, but I sure as hell do (fuck it, fuck it).
So, in a really abbreviated and totally misinterpreted vein of what "Julie and Julia" was striving for, I am going to commit to blogging about happiness for seven straight days.
Every day, for seven days, I am going to find something that made me happy that day. I am going to find a happy news article and share it with you. And, if I am feeling particularly emotive, I may share a happy memory with you, though I'm pretty stingy about sharing those.