That Dido Song Is Life!

That Dido Song Is Life!

Today, my day has consisted of:

Job interviews (one for a full-time day job, one for a promo model position).

Missed the bus from Brentwood that would’ve gotten me back to Highland Park to go to work today.

Missed work.

Called my rental agent to discuss my rent payment for the month. Didn’t get a call back.

Finally said “Fuck it” in frustration, and came to Starbucks to chill, because everyone knows that this is my happy place.

Currently writing my daily blog post.

Headed to the community dinner in Highland Park, hosted every Monday by my friends/neighbors Lindsay, Julia, Alyssa, & Blake, in about 1.5 hours.

My day clearly hasn’t turned out as expected. I mean, I did get to attend two job interviews today, which was awesome. My current position for Planned Parenthood, done on behalf of the Tom Wolf for Governor campaign, ends on 11/1/2014 because the Pennsylvania governor’s election is just around the corner (if anyone has job leads, throw them at me!). I missed a day of making money, though, and I missed a day of campaign work at a time when it is crucial to have as many boots on the ground as possible speaking to PA residents about the candidates up for election. For someone that loves politics as much as I do, this is painful. It made the absence of a vehicle in my life all the more visible because I depend on public transportation to manuever these baffling Pittsburgh streets. Public transportation in Pittsburgh isn’t the most reliable thing in the world……

I can actually feel the stress oozing from that previous paragraph. This is typical me, being a ball of stress over what are essentially “first world problems”. It almost reminds me of that Dido song, “Thank You“:

My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’d all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay, my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there’ll be hell today, I’m late for work again
And even if I’m there, they’ll all imply that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

Dido basically has this really bad day full of shitty “first world problems”, and then finds one thing (or, in this case, person) to be thankful for at the end of the day that makes everything worth it. She forgets about all of the negativity that she had endured because she gets on this ‘gratitude kick’, thinking about some of the best days of her life. I’ve thought about this song from time to time, mostly in relation to love, but today it strikes a particularly deep chord inside of me for another reason.

We all need to begin being more thankful in our lives. There are always going to be things in our life that have the potential to bring us down, but they can only screw with us if we allow them to. Instead of concentrating on the many unsavory events that have happened to us over the course of our day/week/month/year(s), we need to try looking at the happy events that have transpired. These things don’t even have to be astronomically large; they can be small things, because it’s often those little tidbits that add up to create some of the ‘best days of our lives’. We don’t realize this, though, until we look back in hindsight and see that we have spent many of our days lamenting bad things that have gone on. I, for one, still have a few fleeting tinges of regret when I think of certain situations because I realize how great of a time that I was actually having, but am only now starting to appreciate the vast importance that those times have played for me these 24 years of my life.

Today, for instance, I did two interviews, got to go back home for a bit, came to Starbucks (which I love to pieces) to drink coffee & write, and will now go to have dinner with friends in Highland Park (my neighborhood, which I love dearly).

Today was a good day. Life is good 🙂

Talk soon,

Liberty <3

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