Things happen…

So I can’t say exactly what it was that made me decide to get back in the saddle of blogging – especially considering it’s been over a year since my last post. It might be the fact that I have a job that inspires me. Or that I live in a town filled with people who inspire. Or maybe that I truly miss writing since I graduated, but honestly it’s probably just the fact that I ACTUALLY have time now that I don’t work and go to school full-time. I promised myself (and you) that I wouldn’t set any silly goal that I will just disappoint myself by not accomplishing. So with that said, here it goes.

After work this evening I found myself in quite the predicament – I mistakenly locked myself out of my house. Now you might be thinking well that is why you have a cell phone (as if I didn’t think of that the instant my door wouldn’t open), but my phone was sitting on the counter right next to my keys. So after waiting awhile for my landlord (also my neighbor) to get home for a spare key, I decided to walk to the neighbors and ask if they had my landlords1 number. After standing on their porch with no answer (and feeling like people thought I was casing the place) I decided to retreat to my porch and just wait. Waiting didn’t last long, as I resorted to attempting to break in with no success, which assured me I would be safe in my house from now on. At this point I was pretty sure I was going to die of frostbite and was imagining myself as one of the Pilgrims trekking across the South Dakota prairie. Then I realized my awful imaginations, were only making the situation worse so I looked around to find the neighbors across the street (whom I have yet to meet) were home, so I made my way across the snow covered road (in my Sperry’s might I add) to knock on some strangers door.

Now you might be thinking, “this is becoming a pretty big waste of my time,” but I promise I have a point. I had to explain to you how I found myself sitting in an elderly couples dining room, eating a warm bowl of chilly and discussing the importance of 4-H and everything that it has brought to us in our lifetimes.

If you know me, you know I am not religious (a decision I stand behind), but you know I believe everything happens for a reason. Things happen to teach a lesson. Things happen to teach us resiliency. Things happen to give us a chance to meet new people. Things happen to prove that this “really is the worst.” Things happen to provide opportunity. Things happen… Life gets you down and will make you feel like “this is the end,” but it’s up to you to figure out why life is being such a bastard.

I’m sure my mom will read this and laugh at my “glass half-full” perspective considering I’m usually a pretty dramatic “this is the end” type of person. But I can tell you one thing, had I not been locked out of my house tonight, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to meet some of the most kind and generous people.

So instead of being me and contemplating how your death will play out when terrible things happen, consider what you will gain from the situation!

❤ LL

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