If you have liked my Single Dad Laughing page on Facebook, I’m sure you’ve seen my life is good posts… Here are a few of the dozens I’ve posted in recent months:
“Life is good my friends, life is good. Even though I just accidentally maced myself in the face with a can of air freshener, life is good.”
“Life is good, my friends. Life is good. Even though I just dropped my friggin’ phone in my oatmeal, life is good.”
“Life is good, my friends. Life is good. Even though I just realized my last workout didn’t make me automatically skinny like it felt like it did, life is good.”
“Life is good, my friends. Life is good. Even though an entire brand new bag of chocolate covered freeze dried strawberries just melted into one giant glob under my car’s heating vent, life is good.”
“Life is good, my friends. Life is good. Even though I just inhaled some of my own beard shavings, life is good.”
Life is good.
I’m not just saying that.
I really believe it.
Life is good.
When I started making those status updates, I didn’t necessarily think life was all that great at all. I was just feeling down and discouraged about life, and about blogging, and about certain relationships. Even though I’ve been a fairly positive person most of my life, I was in one of those funks where I was just like ugh. Someone please take these two hammers and box my ears with them. I give up.
It’s weird how negativity breeds negativity. One second everything is going pretty well. Then something goes wrong. The toaster breaks or something. And then your life spirals until it just plain sucks. When things are going wrong, it seems everything wants to go wrong. One bad relationship turns into two. Which then turns into more. One person uses you. Then others use you. One thing breaks. Everything starts to break. And away it spirals until you just wanna use a steel scrubber to wipe the smile off of anyone who walks by.