I Could Choose

In Shorthand by Wendy0 Comments

I could feel the look on my face — it was stale, icy, stiff, no smile. I could feel my mouth drooping in the corners.

I knew that if I looked into a mirror I would hardly recognize myself. This wasn’t who I wanted to be. This wasn’t what I wanted to be like.

Then it hit me.

I could choose.

I could lift the frown into a smile. I could choose to be happy and joyful, kind and patient and self-assured.

I don’t think my thoughts are always that powerful, but from one moment to the next and for the rest of the day I was who I wanted to be.

I made that choice and it was powerful enough to change me.

Tomorrow is a new day.

What will I choose to be?

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