On being grateful for my good life

You know when you sit back and take a moment to think about your life and you realize that it's pretty dang good?  Well, I did that recently.

I was thinking about how cool it was that I've had my most winningest week ever (not a joke, or a fake word either) by winning free Jazz tickets and subsequently free LASIK--and a free blanket, I bowled a 194 in bowling league, I scored some pretty sweet concert tickets last minute (Imagine Dragons), we got a new fridge, and a holiday ham to put in it and eat tomorrow!, and I got to sleep in today (very much less important but still super cool).

And it hit me that I have a good life.  Not just because of all of those things, but they were definitely major factors in this week's winning, that's for dang sure. But it's funny how we forget how good our lives are.  It usually takes something bad to happen to make us see that we had it pretty good.

Maybe some of you are reading this and thinking, "duh, girl." But really, life is good. 

I mean, I've had my fair share of trials and "this really sucks a lot, when is it ever going to end" type years, but when it really comes down to it, I have, and have had (even during the sucky years), a reeeeeeeally good life.  Because I've had the downs to my ups, I think I've been able to appreciate the good times more than if I'd have had less rough times (did that even just make sense?).

I can even look at it on a broader scale when I compare my life to people's lives on other continents, and even here in my own country.  Really, I have such a good life and I forget about it all the time.

There will always be things in life we don't like, but when we focus on the good, life is good.  So here's to remembering how good we have it.