Make a Decision

I was just reading an interview with Kristin Chenoweth - because who doesn't love some K-Cheno? - in which she said: 

Happiness is sometimes just a decision.

And now I can't decide how I feel about it.  I'm having an internal argument on whether I agree or disagree with this statement.  I can see it from both sides.  On one hand, deciding to be happy seems like a fairly logical way to live.  Just decide it's going to happen and it'll happen, right?  I mean, I'm sure it's easier than deciding to be unhappy.  Why on earth would anyone choose to do that when you can just as easily decide to be happy?  Days would sure look sunnier and choices may even be easier if you're happy.

However, on the flip side, it's pretty hard to decide to be happy when you're not in charge of the decisions that are going to make you happy, right?  For instance, I'm currently perfect-jobless, husbandless, baby-less, and idea-less (and fairly worried that Donald Trump will soon be our Commander In Chief, and if that doesn't make you unhappy, I don't what will...) And I can decide all I want to get me these things to make myself happy, but a company and a cute boy have to decide on me first. 

Though even without these things, I'm a fairly happy person anyway.  Did I decide to be that way or was it just luck of the draw?  I like funny jokes.  I laugh a lot. I try to be genuinely nice to people.  I have a loving family and friends who care about me.  I eat - a lot (that makes me very happy, so hush!)  So I'm back here again - I didn't decide to do any of these things, I just had them given to me.  Another check in the "not a decision" column.

I suppose all of this is to say, who knows if a choice is required before you become happy? I'm sure lots of cases can be made for both sides.  But I do know this - making the decision makes life just a little more fun.