So, today I woke up feeling a sense of vague disappointment. I turned 26 yesterday, which in and of itself it not a high achievement. Lets be honest, birthdays come every year, like clockwork, whether we like it or not. For me, every year I try to come up with a list of things I'd accomplished since last year. But this year, I found it hard to make that list. I found myself feeling sorry for myself. After months of searching I still haven't found a full time job. John and I have completely outgrown our studio apartment. My student loan debt is hanging over my head like a guillotine. And I am finding it increasingly impossible to plan a wedding on a $5,000 budget. I began to pity myself. But it was in that same moment that I thought to myself, "Self, pull your stuff together." Instead of spending the next week in my pajamas, eating nothing but Nestle cookies and Chinese take out, I decided to look on the bright side. I am engaged to the most wonderful man in the world, bright side. After seven years, I finally graduated from college, bright side. Through some miracle, we manage to pay our bills, drive a nice car, and even treat ourselves to dinner and a movie every now and then, bright side. My life, isn't perfect, but it is fan-freakin-tastic. On that note, I urge anyone reading this to look at the bright side. Things may not be great, they might be down right awful, but there is always, always a bright side.
So smile.
