This was the status update of one of my Facebook friends this morning. This update made my brain explode with so many thoughts and I am so grateful to her. This particular friend is someone I met when I was on my own with the boys. I was dealing with single parenthood and I was dating my current husband. This friend has also had her share of tragedy since those days, yet I feel like she and I are both very much alike, and we treasure the good that we have been given, despite the tragedies we’ve endured.
How is it that two women who’ve experienced great loss have been able to learn from it and stay positive?
Is it because we want to move forward?
Is it because our children motivated us to forge ahead?
It’s amazing how a positive attitude can make a difference in life. My life isn’t perfect, but you know what? It’s pretty damn good. Is it always easy? Nope, not at all. I do have “off ” days where something silly sets me off and all seems wrong with the world. I do have days where life is legitimately stressful and I wonder how I’m going to get everything done or I’m stressed because money is tighter than I’d like it to be.
I try not to make the negative in life the focus. I try to be positive and thank my lucky stars for what good I’ve been fortunate enough to have. We all have choices in life and I choose to be positive and make changes to improve my life. I can’t stand when someone complains about all that has gone wrong in life, but yet that person continues to make lousy choices or doesn’t buck up and take responsibility for what was done in the past. Continuing to complain about “being wronged” doesn’t get you anywhere.
That’s what I feel like I’m doing now–taking responsibility for the lousy choices I made when I was 18. Not finishing school when I was younger was a lousy choice, an irresponsible choice for me. I have to work hard at it and get my degree so I can have a better job to help my family financially. I need to make the best of it and be grateful I can do it. I need to soak in all the new knowledge I’m getting. And I’m not going to complain about the fact that I am doing this (well, I might complain a bit about the day-to-day stuff) because life really is too short to be anything but happy. It’s my choice to be happy and it’s my choice to go to school to better myself.