Where's The Glee, Google?

I googled the word 'happiness' and the example sentence was, "She struggled to find happiness in her life." At first it gave me a chuckle but the more I thought about it, this is actually kind of sad.

Okay Google, why would you choose a depressing sentence to express a joyful word? Shouldn't it say something like, "She found happiness in her life" or "She was overwhelmed with happiness in her life"...?

My happiness is about perspective.

At times the silver lining seems nonexistent. When I am feeling down in the dumps, I have to stop and think, we are all going through something. Each and every person has had something happen in their life that is less than wonderful, it is simply a matter of how the negativity is handled.

Right now it is a struggle living with my daughter in a small room at my moms making $20 or less a day. Growing up, I always thought I would be happily married before having a kid and my husband and I would raise the child together - well life likes to shake things up.

Life is like a birth plan, it usually doesn't happen the way you planned it out.

The joy of my life? My daughter. It has been a great blessing to have been there for her every roll, crawl and step of the way.

The plan now is to figure out who and what I am going to be while raising my daughter. Feel free to share any ideas of an occupation for a full time mom! Right now I am looking into becoming an early morning barista...

Here's to optimism ~~

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