A Jar of Almonds

I confess, I like Ben Folds. A lot. What an adorable, talented, balding man.

I also confess, I dislike change. A lot. It's weird how terrifying the prospect of making new friends is to me. I like things the way they are. My thoughts sound like they're being read from a Babysitters' Club book. Oh no!! Claudia is failing science and has to quit the club! Where will we hold meetings? But dang, she has such fashion sense!

I also confess, I dislike most of what's going on in my head right now. I am selfish.

And I am so dang paranoid about EVERYTHING. Why do my thoughts seem to revolve around everything except for what actually matters?

So, here goes. I am going to tell all of you what amazing blessings are in my life, to remind me that I indeed have no reason to complain. Quite the opposite: I have every reason to rejoice.

I have lived with wonderful girls on 3rd North for a year and a half. What will be two years is way more than I could ever ask for.
My family rocks.
I just spent a night listening to beautiful music and eating chocolate chip cookies with one of my best friends in the world.
I have passions for most of the same things I have abilities in.
I have the means to develop those passions/abilities.
My heart has never truly been broken.
I have every opportunity to seize the day, whether or not I choose to take those opportunities.
I have more food than I could ever eat.
My coffee smells great.
My shoes are endearingly ugly.
Dr. Holm (knowingly or unknowingly) posted an already-completed homework assignment on Synapse.

ka-Pow. Life really is good, whether or not I choose to see it.