Don't Forget Liann: Life is Good

I am sorry I haven't posted in awhile. I probably feel the lack more than you, I love writing for my blog. I just wanted you to know it's not because I've been sulking around my apartment depressed about the recent breakup, OK so maybe there has been a little sulking. But the truth is I have been so busy I'm afraid I haven't thought of many poignant things worthy of posting. That and I haven't had the energy to write up the ones I've thought of. This post started as a simple apology and became the following:

I think the Lord sometimes puts people in our lives who act as teachers because either (a) they excel at that thing you need to learn or (b) they suck royally at it. Well, I think I have one of the latter. I have a friend who seems to see the negative side of everything. In some ways I don't blame him, right now things are particularly hard for him. But after a recent encounter we had I wanted to go back, shake him, and yell, "Stop throwing yourself a pity party and inviting me to come!" I was tired of hearing his complaints about dating failures, major setbacks in work, and how much he has to do.

What a blessing it is to complain about dating instead of a lack of food. What a blessing it is to be striving worth something so great that you suffer from major setbacks. Some people live their lives with no setbacks because they never take the risks. What a blessing it is to have things you have to do. Having spent much of 2010 unemployed I know what the opposite feels like and it ain't pretty.

So instead of giving him some lecture on pity parties I think I'll just ponder on all the things I'm grateful for. I'll think of my love for teaching yoga, fun coworkers, thoughtful roommates, new crushes, delightful friends, emails that help me feel loved, conversations that make me LOL, and random calls from family. And I'm sure I'll conclude that life is good, really good.

And I'll be right. Life is good. Even when dealing with rejection from guys (note the plural), even when the power goes out in my apartment for 48 hours in the dead of winter, even when working on tedious task after tedious task at work (when I described what I do all day to my roommates they said, "So basically you do homework all the time?" Yep basically.), even when feeling doubt about myself, my choices, and my God, even then, life is really good.