Good Things Happen to Good People.

A new [FB] friend just made that comment to a status update I made a little while ago.

I left my Kindle on the plane coming back from SAN on Friday (I didn't realize I had done that until Saturday night!) and just got a call today that it was turned in.

The comment about good people was posted by this man DJ I met on Wednesday in SAN. He was at the bar we were celebrating S's birthday at after seeing "Moulin Rouge" on the big screen at Birch North Park Theatre earlier that evening. We just clicked right away (or is it that he let me be me, Queen Interruptus?)

Anyway -nice and a bit...dramatic (his post on can't do anything right...) And then he made the good person comment.

Even though he just met me, I'm taking it as a compliment. :P

That is so good to hear, in light of a recent little melodrama with me and my emotional response to a message from the Birthday Boy. He told me something I did...wrong and I decided to take it badly. I was doubting my worth as a person.

But instead of continuing to be hurt by it, I'm going to use this as reminder that a person shouldn't take things personally from friends who love you and truly have your best interests at heart. I'm going to choose to feel the love and not get so defensive. I'm going to see what are some things I can get out of the experience that will help me grow as a person.

So I have mentioned that I'm on this ...learning to be a better person kick...right? And part of being a good person, to me anyway, is being unselfish. And part of being unselfish is thinking about what is someone else thinking/feeling. It's caring about what is important to someone else and wanting to make them happy.

A week ago today, I was looking forward to spending some time with some important people. People who make me want to be that better person. People who I love and for some strange reason (! :P) love me back.

Getting to spend time with people that have known me ...forever it seems ...is such a good thing. The comfort of being with those with whom you can be yourself with is a gift.

This is a another reason for me to like my life. Because I've got such great people in it. I want them to be happy too. Or at least content.

A Google search brought me to some great articles about being a good friend, how to show sincere interest in others and because there are some friendships I want to renew (and some I don't) how to end a friendship (or when it's time to know when to end one) ...good, balanced thoughts on all of the subjects. (This is why I heart Google.)

OK, now it's time to get out of my head. Though I'm not sure what to do with myself next.

Maybe just get back to getting up each and every day and focus on putting one foot in front of the other (slowly, damn these bad knees!)

And maybe time to think about finally joining the Y. (Damn those bad knees!)  Home day today. (Damn those bad knees.) I think this would be a great week to try out the fitness room in the building -see if that will be fun and interesting and helpful enough to get me motivated to start caring about my physical self again.

*sigh*

stop me if you think that you've heard this one before

A certain someone I know likes to remind me -when I forget -that my world IS a happy place.

Maybe no one else would make the choices I have but I'm sure glad of them. 

I have so fucking much to be grateful for. And not just things that I should be thankful for. Shit. Does that make sense?

It might not. I'm so ...happy right now. And I don't know where to begin.

I know so many people that are the coolest, awesome people. Friends, family, FB acquaintances, co-workers. Random strangers.

My problem isn't that I'm self-centered/involved/think I'm so wonderful, it's that I think EVERYONE is wonderful...including me.

Wait. Was that a Freudian slip ...isn't my problem that I think I'm not so wonderful and I wonder why people put up with me [if I'm so self-centered]??

Whoa. Let's just stop right there and get back to thinking about the things I'm grateful for.

*I'm grateful for profit sharing money and tax refunds that enabled to me to get some monkeys off my back, money-wise.

*I'm grateful I work for an airline -and with any luck, I'll be in San Diego 24 hours from now. S's birthday is tomorrow. He managed to get the day off and is making an event of it.

*I'm grateful I have a valentine. While I feel love all the time, from so many places in my life, there is nothing quite like someone telling you they love you on a day that is...a day they can with words, on paper. :P

*I'm grateful my parents were able to move into a new apartment, in the same building, but now on the ground floor, with a deck. (And that I didn't have to help clean the old one.)

*I'm grateful I got a chance to sit with one of the newbies at work, L, and talk to her about the job & try to give some of the benefit of my experience.. And she's a really awesome woman. I hope we'll become friends.

*I'm grateful I have my own washer and dryer. I've got to do at least one load of laundry before leaving town (need knickers.)

You know, I think Oprah was right about the whole "keeping a gratitude journal" thing. I've had diaries and journals ever since I was 10 and got my very first diary.

Ah, memories. That first one was one I got it from this woman, Pauline, who lived in the same apartment building back around Christmas, 1980. It was 5 year diary, with a lock and a key. And to me it was ...the best present I'd ever received (besides my buddy bear, but that's a post for another time). I've loved having that outlet for expressing myself since then.

Maybe that's what the new theme of the blog will be...gratitude. Daily (Weekly? Monthly?) gratitude.

it's THAT time of year again.

Thinking again about being reminded I have selfish tendencies. But what I don't get about that, this, is that I think just as highly of others as I do myself. Is the problem that I don't share that thought enough?

I'm feeling love for so many people right now. Which is fitting considering in 2 days, it's Valentine's Day 2013.

But right now, at this particular moment, I'm thinking about that love is about way way more than 1 specific day.

Love is so many different things and we experience it in so many little ways that are just as important as big ways.

Love is moving in with your parents -to help take care of them. Giving up the freedom of living alone and not having to answer to anyone. (Giving your little sister a chance to fly free.)

Love is just stopping by to see someone because you know it makes them happy to see you.

Love is having people in your life who love you exactly the way you are.


To Be Continued.