Yesterday we went to my parents house to celebrate the Smith-family birthday. It's like Christmas twice a year and it's great. And, best of all, I got the greatest present ever. Yep, you know I got an ant farm. Probably the coolest toy ever invented. And you better believe that I am way to impatient to wait for the ants to come in the mail so I sure did go catch a bunch on the sidewalk in the front yard. My wife thinks I'm crazy. I don't blame her. The only little problem is the ants I caught are really little and I think this particular ant farm was built for slightly larger ants so the ones I have can escape through the air holes in the top. Better find a way to fix that, huh.
And today I had my history final!!! I never have to go back to that class again and there's not much that makes me happier than that. (Although, the ant farm comes pretty close.) One final exam down and just two more to go. I can't wait for this week to be over and things will settle down for a minute.
Ahh. Sigh of relief.
Today isn't very fun. It's one of those days that everything (and everyone) just irritates me. I don't know why. I don't enjoy it either. But, here I am at a fabulous job (sarcasm, sarcasm, sarcasm) just wanting to go home. I also have a thousand things to memorize before Monday and I just can't seem to get it. Today is a feel bad for myself day. Deal with it.
Wow!!! Today is just one of those strangely good days. I was driving to work today, which I usually dread and despise, and just had an interesting moment. I couldn't help thinking how fabulous my life is. This is pretty weird considering I have felt totally overwhelmed with everything that is going on.
Oh, don't worry. I'm still stressed to the gills, but overall I've got it pretty good. Of course I still hate my job, I still worry about finals in a week or so and I just plain hate having to worry about money, but it really could be so much worse. I was thinking back to my mission days in the scorching deserts (desserts? I don't know, I always get them mixed up) of Mexico. I saw so much poverty and suffering that it's unreal. Almost no one had a car and I have a great one, two even. I have a real floor in my house. Some of them only made 5 pesos a day. That's less than 5 dollars. Wow. They deal with unclean water, corrupt police and government, sanitation problems, putting bars on their windows so they don't get robbed in the middle of the day, and wondering if their children will ever make it through elementary school before dropping out.
What do I really worry about. I guess my only worry is keeping my wife safe and happy and paying rent and tuition. Its not so bad. As a student I make 20 times more money than they do in a day, I can drink water out of the faucet without worrying about getting a disease, the police work to keep me safe instead of exploiting me, I have never been robbed, and most everyone realizes the importance of education. I really do have it good. Excellent even.
Even if I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up or if I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to pay for school, I know that I have it way better than 90% of the people in this world. What do I really have to complain about? Yeah, I have trials, as does everyone else in the world. But, looking at the situation in other parts of this beautiful planet, mine seem pretty minuscule and petty.
My family is great, I'm healthy, I have the greatest wife in the universe, and I'm just plain happy. What am I complaining about?
I have no idea really.
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