Life is really good right now.
If fifteen years ago someone could have told me this is where I would be right now, I would have signed the dotted line without hesitation. Ditto for one year ago, three years ago, five years ago and ten years ago. I am incredibly fortunate in every way imaginable.
Life has been pretty great for me throughout most of those years. Yet, right now things are just a little bit better – in just about every regard.
Partially, it’s because I really do believe that I somehow have iterated my way to this. I’ve worked hard to get here and made some hard choices.
Yet the other part of this has to do with the fact that things have been worse.
Not all at once. But all of them.
Sounds bad. Is good.
A reason why I feel financially secure (and worked towards it) is because I’ve been really poor.
One reason why I am happy in my relationship is because I can appreciate things about June that I didn’t know to look for before.
A reason why I love living in Montana is because, well, how could you not love Montana.
A reason why I like my house is because I once lived in a shed. In Montana. In the winter.
Oh, and maybe because I spent most of last year driving across America while sharing hotel room beds with other dudes. This one could also be part of the relationship bullet.
A reason why I appreciate every moment I get to spend outside this summer is because of my four days in ICU two months ago.
A reason why I feel like I am in good shape is because I’ve been in worse shape. Well, and because Instagram filters make anyone look better shirtless.
A reason why I love my job is because I used to clean toilets. At 6am. On the weekends.
Sometimes in life it’s easy to feel down on certain things. I have.
But one key lesson for me is that whenever you feel down on something, it gives you an opportunity to improve it down the road.
And to start working on it now. Not all at once, but all of them eventually.
There are things that are worse now than they used to be.
I wish Otto was healthy. But I also know that he has been worse.
I wish my dad was still alive. But I appreciate whatever little time I did get to spend with him. And that we were friends before he took his life.
I wouldn’t mind seeing my family more. But I can talk to them on Skype. That beats writing letters. Which I never did.
Sometimes in life, you’re going to be unhappy with a certain part of it. Or two.
Don’t feel bad about that.
It gives you a reason to fix it.