I went to a Garth concert last month. Let me just say… Man! He rocked it! I hope when I get to be 53 years old that I can stay up till 1:30 in the morning jamming like he did! (Who am I kidding! I can hardly do that now unless I consume copious amounts of coffee.) I went with my sister-in-law.
So as we are driving downtown she mentions a fact that her mom had given her a box of her stuff from college. (10 years ago) You know those mystery boxes that our parents pull out of nowhere that have gods only know what in them. Her box contained a few t-shirts, a couple of books and a plethora of photos. She says to me “When you think back to college you think of all the good times you had and how much fun it was and how care free you were. While I was looking at these pictures I remembered what it was really like. How I was so insecure. How I worried about the now unimportant aspects of my then daily life. I look at those photos and I am smiling, but I know that smile. That wasn’t the smile of happiness, it was a faking it smile. Or I remember what had happened before or after that photo was taken and it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows.”
She continues on “I am happy with who I am now. I’m not as skinny. But I am comfortable with who I am. I don’t care what my friends think about my hair or my outfit because I know that they don’t really care about those things. They care about me. I have this great family. It’s a great family that I made, thrown in with the family that I already had, I just added on to it! I am a much happier person now than I was then. I just think it is funny that we think the grass is always greener.”
That was my little dose of “things are pretty good how they are now”. Are things perfect? No. I don’t really believe that everything is always perfect for anyone. But things are pretty good the way they are. I am thankful for the great family I have! Thank you my dear sister-in-law for pointing this out to me. You are one of the many things I am grateful for.