I love my life.
Can you say that? Believe me, my life is not perfect or easy or probably very different from a lot of other lives. I am married, two teenage kids, work a lot, with too many chores to do on any given day, and always think I can get more done than is humanly possible. My eyes are slowly failing, I never get through all my email, and I yell at my kids (loudly) when they push my final button.
I was talking with a new friend yesterday and said I loved my life and he seemed surprised. Not surprised because he thought I had a life that wasn’t good, but I think surprised that anyone would feel that way.
There are so many things to complain about every single day. And some people spend all their time with others talking about the things that have gone wrong. But what the hell’s the point of that?
I know there are tough events to deal with in life. I’m not a rose-coloured glasses, I don’t see anything wrong kind of person. I’m realistic, and thoughtful, and positive. I believe humans are strong and can get through things. Maybe not past them, and surely not over them (as in ‘get over it’), but through them. You have to want to. And you have to count on other people. That isn’t always easy when you are independent and angry at what happened.
So today, I am thinking of my new friend. And the event he can’t get through just yet. But hey, he never had a friend like me before.