I'm not really sure what category this would fit in. I suppose it is a bit random so we shall go with that.
Today, one of the tiny humans asked me why I was always happy. I was confused. I am not always happy. I feel all sorts of things throughout the day. I asked her "what do you mean?" She said "I mean you never get to sleep in, you have all this old people stuff to do, you hurt all the time... Why are you always happy?" I thought about it for quite a while. She isn't home from school yet, but I think I have some idea of what I will tell her now. I am not always happy. I feel anger and sadness and jealousy the same as anyone else. In fact, for years, decades to be honest, I was an extremely angry person. I was nervous, aggressive, and as sociable as a cactus at a cuddle convention.
I don't really know what made things so drastically different almost overnight. But I realized one day that I enjoyed tiny little things that I had forgotten about. Watching the night life go to sleep and the day life awaken as the suns glow lights up the sky, watching ants go about their work, seeing the gardens progress day by day.
I still get angry. I get sad and melancholy. But I pick my battles a bit more wisely now. I refocus my attention onto something that makes me happy if it isn't a battle that needs to be fought. I don't know, I think as I start getting older I find that I prefer to conserve my energy and staying upset takes a whole lot of energy...?