a stellar smashing

So, I was going to write this uplifting blog about how well my life has been going lately. New apartment, a fresh start, a good job that pays me to write, relationships that are strengthening. I was prepared to fix up a few statements about how blessed I am, about how faith-affirming it is to look around at your beautiful life and feel God in every sparkling inch of it.

But I realized that nothing’s really changed in the past few weeks.

(Now, that is not to say that I am not blessed, or that my recent good fortune isn’t because of God, because of course I am, and of course it is!)

What’s changed is my attitude.

I recently wrote a blog about happiness, and how it’s less of a thing that lights upon us as it is something that we choose to be and to spread. I found it wasn’t something I had really been living by recently. In fact, I had been arranging my moods in quite the opposite direction–almost relishing in my nervousness and worrying because it’s…easier.

Taking a trip home this past weekend allowed me to pull away from my life and work and relationships in Chicago and evaluate them at a distance (oh, perspective). I realized things had been going well because I had decided to look at them positively.

I guess there’s no real point to this blog except to say, hey, I’m living the things I write about. Eating my words and all that.