Happiness is acceptance of where you are.

I heard this at a marketing event, of all places.
I wrote it on a sticky note and put it on my screen.

I’ve heard this, or similar mantras before.
I’ve considered it, and I can see its merit,
But don’t think I really bought in.
This past year has not been all smiles for me.
I struggled with change; I resisted and complained.

Then at a stoplight last fall, the trees across the street caught my eyes.
They were showing off their vibrant yellow and orange leaves.
They said “Hey, look around you! Isn’t life, and this town, grand?”

So I’ve been thinking about happiness and acceptance.
I think about it while I drive to the gym for a fitness class.
It floats up into my consciousness as I settle in my bed at night.
I see it when I look around my apartment, full of things that reflect me, my life.
I feel it when I hold my granddaughter and see my daughter’s smile.

I’m grateful for this feeling of acceptance. 
For the happiness that it brings.
Life is good, and yeah, it’s pretty grand.