Even when there are many reasons not to smile, studies show that consciously putting a smile on your face can improve your mood.
I’ve got a smile on my face, right now, because I easily found that article which supports my opening sentence about why we should smile even when we don’t feel like it.
When I smile and when I see other people smile, I feel better.
However, when people tell me to smile, I don’t feel like it. I smile when I choose to, people.
Any smiles in my photos from yesterday?
Even though I was tired yesterday, Vivian the social work intern made me smile with the Google art app and her do-it-yourself fortune.
I smile when I listen to Take 6 sing “Smile.”
A grateful smile for all who helped me create today’s “Smile” post and — of course! — for YOU.
Your Art matches made me smile, Ann. I quickly deleted mine with a grimace. 🧐
Your smiling face makes me smile, Mark.
Thank you for making life more beautiful with your smile! (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡
Thank you for making life more beautiful with your comments!
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“Smile” is the name of my first novel–my publisher just released it in November. The word means a lot to me for a variety of very good reasons!
I’m smiling about your “Smile.” Congratulations on your first novel!
Thank you!
Everyone knows Ann is famous for her absolute trademark grin. She’ll live to 120 !!
Your trademark comment makes me grin, Isaac, and I smile to see you here!
Everyone knows Ann is famous for her absolute trademark grin. She’ll live to 120 ! Ann: You moved to Quincy, yes ? There was a young woman of Quincy, Whose smile exceeded mere whimsy. But opining on Trump, She frowned in a funk, “To HIM I respond judgmentally !” (Hope it’s not Braintree)
Winthrop, HIngham, Quincy, and Lynn,
Are all places I’ve considered living in,
They’re all by the sea,
Which is important to me,
Because the ocean enlarges my grin.
Your dopplegangers made me smile Ann! We tried it too- will have to post the results 🙂
That post would make me smile, Lisa.
The things you share always make me smile. And when I click the “like” button and comment I imagine you smiling too, and that makes me smile again.
That’s the power of the smile: even an imagined one can spread more.
Smiles across the miles, Chris.
Smile, hey, this is pretty good…
I have a very happy smile now. Thanks for another work of art, Maria!
Your choice of matches made me smile
Your choice words made me smile, Derrick.
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I smiled all the way through the matches, and the comments. 🙂
I smiled all the way to your blog and back, Colleen.
Lots of smiling here Ann. Thanks 🤩
Thank YOU, smiling Val.
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