Tell Me Something Good

I was talking to Mr. G-Dawg about blogging. I was telling him how I didn't know what to blog about tonight because I've been blogging for nineteen straight days (today being #20) and gosh-darnit my life just isn't that interesting!

After telling the G-Man about my frustrations, he said, "I was thinking about blogging about why I blog."

"We know why you blog, George." I'm pretty sure you know why I blog, so we won't get into that.

Then I thought about a question a boy I used to know would ask me during my sophomore year in college.

"Tell me something good."

Sophomore year was a very hard year. I had roommate trouble, parent trouble, money trouble, school trouble, friend trouble, love trouble (did I mention this boy was the guy I was madly in love with?). It was the year I cut myself multiple times, it was the year I started smoking regularly and it was the year he broke my heart.

It was the year I was most angry with God.

There wasn't very much good I could think of.

But it's different now. Now, as a senior about to graduate from college (on time, might I add), I have a happy, healthy family (except for my brother who has pink eye - ouch), a job that feels like a calling, a solid education from a reputable school, a beautiful, awesome Saviour who loves me no matter what, a church where I finally feel like I belong, and while my list of friends may be small in number, they mean the world to me and I don't know where I would be without them.

With only six months left before graduation, I am very optimistic about my future and while the concerns of daily diabetes management could drag me down, I know I have so much more to live for. Cities to explore, people to meet, events to influence, and hopefully, someday, a child to raise.

Many suns will rise into the sky, and days I will conquer.

And then, of course, there's the O.C. How could I forget the O.C. The people who have made such a difference in how I view a community, how I view my own health and mental well-being, and who have allowed me the opportunity to spout my opinions in hopes of making some kind of useful impact.

No wonder sophomore year sucked so badly, it was before the O.C. was created! Now it all makes sense!

As for a "love interest," it would be nice, I suppose. But I don't feel that my life is missing any amount of love. Between God, my family, my Real Life friends, and my wonderful Imaginary Internet Weirdo friends, I feel very loved and that is a very good thing.

Now it's your turn: Tell me something good.

8:52 a.m. Edit: Stop giving me compliments about the O.C.! I already know that you love what I do! Tell me something good and new in your life! I'm not fishing for compliments and it completely defeats the purpose of my request to write about me. So please, please stop doing it.