I hate to start out blogs with some vague fact that isn't relevant to everyone. Some statement like, "There are times in your life..." blah blah blah. But I can't figure out a better way to start writing sometimes rather then using an irrelevant fact.

Some facts are true, but only to yourself. My fact of the day: There are times in your life when the clouds part, and the sun shines, and everything just seems to be going wonderful. Everything in my life right now seems to be going just absolutely perfect: life is groovy. The weird thing though is that “perfect” in reality isn’t so perfect, but it feels perfect. Is that confusing?

The truth. I am majoring in a degree I don’t know I want, I don’t have a job, and I have no idea where my future is going. But, suddenly I am excited to find out where it is all going to go. I think my real future isn’t finding the end result, but venturing on the path it takes me. Yes, most of the time I am still completely terrified to grow up--still afraid that I am going to make the wrong choices--but I am also completely excited to find out.

How can you not be excited to live when your life is so great?And how can life not seem so perfect, when such a perfect person is in it? A person who every time he sees me says things like, “Its so great to see you” (when its only been a few hours) “Your so beautiful” (when I have my P.J’s on) and “Why am I so lucky?” (when really I am the lucky one). How can life not seem so perfect when I know that somewhere I am wanted and needed by someone?

There are days when I still feel low--like the clouds are never going to part--but I think those days are normal. And luckily, those days are becoming less and less, and slowly but surely, the weather seems to be all blue sunny skies.