There's Always Good With the Bad

"Some of God's greatest gifts are all too often unanswered...
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers"
-Garth Brooks, "Unanswered Prayers"

Since Camii and I have been writing back and forth for so long, with each of us having our respective tough times, we've reminded each other more than once that no matter how bad the thing that happened is, it happened for the best. If we were Christians, we'd say something along the lines of Garth's song. The message is the same, whether there's religion involved or not: faith. As long as you have faith that there will be something positive that comes out of the negagive, you'll be able to find it.

The main difference between happy people and unhappy people is not their circumstances, but rather their attitude. There are people who whine and whine about every little thing, and people who are dying from cancer who celebrate every little thing. It's all about perspective.

With all my "talk" of feeling depressed and lonely, I thought it was time to throw in some positivity. Thus, here are some positive things that I've experienced in the past week:

Support from friends and family, and all everyone's done to try to cheer me up

Having my parents say, "You absolutely did the right thing"

A good writers group meeting, and dinner afterward

Farm cookies made specially for me

New toys for crafting - a dremel tool and pearlescent powders

Spending three hours yesterday experimenting with some polymer clay finishes and getting wonderful faux dichroic glass looks

Almost added to the list, but not quite, 'cause it's tomorrow:

The "End of the SI" Writing Marathon, which means not only will I be making no copies, but I'll also be enjoying free food, some neat people, and writing.

As far as the good that directly came out of this, it mostly comes down to the fact that if stress about the decision to get married was enough to make him leave, then how would we have managed once more serious stress came, like money worries? Then, not only would we be splitting up, we'd be getting divorced. Also, in the time Keith and I have known each other, and since we've started dating, we've both changed. For me, I've gained confidence. For him, he's lost it and picked up habits I despise, like smoking cigars. We weren't meshing as well as we used to, and why would that change just because we lived together? In this case, it's maybe not quite finding the good as avoiding a worse bad.