Things could always be worse.
You could have lost your ID card. You could have lost your phone or iPod. ALL of your pants could be too tight. You could have tripped on the sidewalk, fallen, and torn your pants in front of everybody. You could have fallen and broken your nose in front of everybody. Your shower could be broken. The birds could have used your car for target practice. Someone could have stolen your car. Someone could have stolen your identity. Someone could have stolen your wallet and drained your bank account, leaving you broke and indebted. You could be failing all of your classes. Your parents could have thrown the rest of your belongings out of the house. You could have AIDS. You could have Ebola. Everyone you love could have died today, and you might not have been able to do anything to stop it.
None of these things happened to me today, so I should feel thankful and positive, especially after making that list.
But yet I feel sad, and can’t help but focus on those achy feelings instead of being thankful that my day, my week, and my year has not gotten worse.
I’m going to go make hot chocolate and try to cheer up.
Stream of Consciousness #8.
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