Sometimes I make things way more complicated than they should be. I know this. I do it often, and quite frankly, I'm not sure why. It's some type of defense mechanism or protective strategy I enable to handle the pressure of...of what? I stress out about things that don't deserve a moment's thought. I worry incessantly. I go crazy when things aren't perfect and freak out when I'm in debt. I forget a lot of the time that I have it good. Like, really good.
I have a roof over my head, friends who care about me, family who is always there for me, an amazing boyfriend who's funny and sweet. I have clothes to wear, food to eat, books to read, a hot shower every morning, internet, a cell phone, clean socks.... Shit, I have more than the average 21-turning-22-year-old out there. And I only have to take care of myself, no one else. How hard do I think my life is? I don't know where I got this crazy idea or why it's been stuck in my head all these years because now that I really think about it, my life isn't difficult at all. It's pretty good, and I'm pretty lucky.
I mean, I get paid to read blogs.
