I’ve been thinking of writing this post for a while now. Partially because I’m sometimes a complete brat about the “bad things” happening in my life and tend to forget to put it all in perspective. Well, just found out that a fellow writer I’d interacted with fairly regularly on one of the forums passed away a couple months ago. Puts shit in perspective even more than normal.
I am fortunate because…
- I have my health.
- I am able to live alone.
- I have a car to drive to work and back.
- I can go to the grocery store and buy whatever I want to eat each week.
- I have close friends, some of whom offered to let me stay with them when I joked that I’ll be homeless next month.
- I have family to spend my holidays with.
- I can afford to go see my family on the holidays if I’m not in Colorado at the time.
- I can take vacations.
- I’ve been able to travel internationally.
- I was able to go to college.
- I have a puppy and am able to take care of her.
- I have free time to waste on TV and the internet.
- I have the free time and resources to write a novel if I could ever get my shit together.
- I have an education and work experience that will let me get a job that can keep a roof over my head even if it isn’t the prettiest roof.
- I’m a citizen of a first-world country that may not be perfect but offers me tons of opportunities that would not be available to me in most of the rest of the world.
- The way I choose to look and live my life are acceptable to the majority of the people in the society in which I live.
- I’ve been able to have close relationships with both of my parents.
- I can pay my bills each month without having to prioritize one payment over the other or telling someone “the check is in the mail.”
- I have all the electricity and safe drinking water that I want.
- I can safely walk down the street without being attacked, shot, or at risk of being bombed.
I’m sure there are other items I could add to the list. But these are the few that I sometimes take for granted and then I see some story in the news or think about someone I know and realize how easy I have it.
It’s easy to get caught up in our own issues–I know I certainly have the last few months. But sometimes it helps to step back for a minute and think just how much worse it could be.
I am also fortunate because one of the followers of this blog, David Higgins, reviewed one of my short stories, Freya’s Tale, yesterday. His review came at a time when I was a little down on my existing stories that are out there, so that perked me up.
Plus, this is the story I’m always worried people will misinterpret, but he did a fantastic job of describing what I was going for with the story, so that was awesome as well. It’s people like David (and Merri, the woman who passed away) who make online writing spaces such a positive experience. He’s also been doing some pretty cool things with self-publishing and writing, so check him out if you haven’t already.