It is too easy for me to fall into the trap of only realizing how blessed I am when life is good and the blessings postive and tangible. The last few days have seen several obvious blessings come my way; most notably, a new car from my oma as a graduation present, and a job I was really hoping to get was virtually secured. I don't think I can count on both hands how many times I've texted "I'm so lucky," or "I'm so blessed" to my friends recently. But it's easy right now. I wish I could remember to say that "when sorrows like sea billows roll." Even when my car is broken down and I'm out of work, I'm still one of the luckiest girls in the world. I have an intact and loving (albeit eccentric) family. I have generous grandparents (paid for my college tuition, car, gym membership, and more). Supportive, lifelong best-friends. As a girl, I'm blessed that I was born in the time and place that I was; not Iran, not Warren Jeff's ranch, not medieval England where I could be married off at 14 years old for financial security. I not only have my driver's licence (something most of us take forgranted), but I was lucky enough to actually get paid to get my Commercial Driver's License (ie, some measure of job-security). For fear of sounding cliche and boring, I'll leave the list at that.

I don't want to let everything I have going to me go to waste. In the wise words of Spiderman's uncle, "with great power comes great responsibility." I think it's even more true that with great blessing comes great responsibility. I have a strong lazy streak; I'll be the first to admit it. I can see myself getting complacent and squandering everything I've been given. I stand on the shoulders of giants, yes, but I hope I stand tall; no slouching.

Nope. No slouching.

-biscuit

P.S. chi chi chi! le le le! Viva Chile!

QOTD: "Something about him always led her back to her childhood and the precocious child's fear that she is being seen through; also to the precocious child's fear that she is not being seen enough. Afraid of being exposed, dying to be seen - there's a dilemma for you."

My mailbox flooded. Only here (the rainiest inhabited location in North America), would someone have to worry about their mailbox flooding. Generally speaking I wouldn't mind, seeing as the only thing in my mailbox is bills, coupons, and various solicitations for credit cards I don't need and satelite service I don't want. However, on this particular day, the night before I had put 7 pages of letter-writing in a plain-old, non-waterproof envelope (how silly of me) into said mailbox to be faithfully carried through rain, snow, and sleet to my best friend out in the wilderness. When I headed to work in the morning, I noticed my mailbox was full of water, and there, sopping wet and about to desintegrate, was the packet of love. After carefully peeling all the pages apart and drying them out, I've found they are fortunately still readable, so I will take my chances with the weather and try to send them once again.

I've got to start writing in pencil.

-biscuit