Most of us
live a charmed life. Maybe I’m just an oddball but every now and again, I just
randomly stop and think, usually while going down the road, that how cool is it
that I’m rolling around in a Ford Mustang? It’s GRAY. The body style I like.
It’s paid off. It only hiccups every now and again and I’m lucky enough to have
someone looking out for me when it does. Maybe it’s materialistic, but these
thoughts are the kind that remind me that I am one damn lucky woman and I
should stop bitching and count my blessings.
Since I’ve
graduated and been sitting around the house waiting for one of the jobs I
applied for to turn up, I’ve also been doing a lot of writing and a lot of
Facebooking. Not much different from before, eh? I’m going somewhere with this.
There is one person on my friends list…wait. There’s actually a couple that do
this. They’re still in school and most of their posts are about how they don’t
have any money or they’re so stressed out with their work load and now as an
outsider looking in all I can think is quitcha bitchen. The first one that I
was going to mention is a theatre major. She majors in theatre. Acting.
Shakespeare. Comedy. Tragedy. Romance. You get it. Now, I came out with a
degree in English so I should in theory be defending her but for this one time,
I’m going to slip.
It’s a
foo-foo major. I mean really. Mine is too, just a wee bit. We can write up all
this crap about critical thinking and whatnot, but the truth of the matter is,
we are damn lucky. And we still bitch and moan about it. That’s not to say that
we won’t use our majors and become successful members of society, but think
about it. We live in a society where we are not only allowed but encouraged to
pursue our interests, instead of something more practical. I know that
sometimes it sucks and schedules get gridlocked and everyone is super, super
busy, but come on. Stop and enjoy it. Be grateful for what you’re doing. Be
grateful that even if you have no money to go out to eat or buy the latest
game, that you have a roof over your head, electricity, running water,
INTERNET!
I like to
think that, even if I bit my fiancé’s head off every now and again, I enjoyed
college while the going was good. I would like to think I kept a good handle on
my stress level and I think, compared to some, I succeeded. And I came out with
a pretty decent GPA. Not the best, but the memories outweigh that
disappointment.
I’ve seen
postings lately bemoaning the saying about remembering there’s always someone
who has it worse, because it’s like saying don’t be happy because someone has
it better. I think that’s a croc of shit. The saying about people having it
worse than you is not to say you shouldn’t be upset but that you should shut up
a wee bit and count your blessings for a minute because it honestly could be worse. Be grateful for the good
in your life, even if it doesn’t seem terribly significant. And the best part
about that, stopping for a minute to count your blessings, is that it can
change your mindset and make the world a much brighter place. That’s something
we can all use from time to time.
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