Monthly Archives: March 2015


Happiness is a Choice

“I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.”

– Groucho Marx (1895-1997)

My happiest days have been the ones on which I decided I would be happy. This life on Earth that we’ve all chosen is one of miscues, misunderstandings and misbehaviors. No one reaches the age of 35 (in my humble opinion) without some seriously horrible event or circumstance occurring in his/her life. There is no logic to being cheerful after this age, because we all have legitimate excuses to groan and complain.

And yet, choosing sadness brings more sadness which eventually brings depression.  I’m not saying that life doesn’t deal us good reasons to seek professional help for trauma, believe me. What I’m saying is that if an individual complains about her/his life’s injury, it can be selfish. It can also keep that person from healing, because complaining often feels like a solution to a complaint, when it’s really not.

Saying, “I’m great,” to someone who asks, “How are you?” is a powerful, first step in choosing happiness.

Namaste, Sheryl



“The deliciousness of each day made me feel as though I’d just been born. It was as if I’d entered the world as an adult, as if I’d been born for the first time on February 3, 2006.

At the same time, I found myself unable to reconnect with many of my old friends, whom I attempted to  meet over lunch or coffee. Everyone was anxious to catch up with me, but most  didn’t understand how deeply and profoundly this experience had changed me.”

– Anita Moorjani, Dying to Be Me


“So I went to New York City to be born again. It was and remains easy for most Americans to go somewhere else and start anew. I wasn’t like my parents. I didn’t have any supposedly sacred piece of land or shoals of friends to leave behind. Nowhere has the number zero been of more philisophical value than in the United States…. and when the [train] plunged into a tunnel under New York City, with it’s lining of pipes and wires, I was out of the womb and into the birth canal.”

– Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard

“In the last few years, losing my father, going through a divorce, and not getting some jobs I really wanted are making me a much more interesting person, I think. This really does feel like a rebirth, a new chapter.”

– John Stamos


We emerge from our mothers’ dark and warm wombs into a bright, strange world. We live here for a while, and many of us get so attached to our surroundings that we decide to keep them close to us our whole lives.

Others of us, by conscious choice or by subconscious choice, decide to leave one existence and re-emerge into a new one while still on the planet. While our bodies may appear to be the same, our lives are permanently and forever changed. The disjoint is usually striking, both to the reborn and to those who were previously a part of his life.

Just as a caterpillar does not attempt to bring her cocoon with her after she emerges as a butterfly, let us feel free to leave behind the remnants of a past existence. Butterflies have new work like pollinating plants and laying eggs. If you wouldn’t expect a butterfly to hang around with the caterpillars, why would you expect someone in a state of rebirth to maintain her previous lifestyle?

Let’s share and celebrate our stories regarding rebirth!  🙂

Namaste, Sheryl