I didn’t set out to write this blog post this evening but something was just calling me to the computer. I sit in my beautiful living room, fireplace on, cookies in the oven. I think about how good life is right now. I generally try to have a positive attitude about things in life, and I try to be the best version of myself that I can be, but I’m not going to lie, I’m not always a prime example. It’s just so easy to get caught up in little things and inconveniences that do not end up mattering in the big picture. For example, the snow outside made getting to work difficult, all of our Christmas presents are still stacked in our room, and our house is basically a huge mess right now. But if I step back and look at things, I have a house to live in – a safe place to call home and to share with my wonderful husband. My house is a huge freaking mess but at least it’s mine. I have an amazing job with wonderful co-workers – my life right now is actually really good.
Sometimes I feel guilty celebrating life – it’s can be a no-win situation. How can I possibly celebrate the good things in life when so many people are going through so much tragedy? Billions of people do not have food, let alone a home or comfortable place to stay. How selfish are we that we get frustrated and complain about the smallest of things? These thoughts are constantly at war with each other in my brain. Does anyone else feel this tug of war with their emotions?
The Life of Fite 