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Yep. That’s where I was at. Feeling used by the world. Feeling like the end of everything I had been working on was approaching. Feeling like I would never find love. Feeling like I had no real friends and that everyone was crappy to me. Feeling like my energy was gone for good. Feeling like my fitness goals could never be reached. Feeling like I was alone.

I’m betting most of us have been there. In fact, I’m betting most of us have zigged in and out of that place more times than we’d like to admit.

And isn’t it funny how when we do find ourselves there, we don’t necessarily want more negative and brokenness to enter our lives, but we kind of welcome it? It’s as if it validates our feelings of hopelessness so that we don’t have to pay attention to that weird need that says, dude, be more positive you depressing sludge pile!

Yep. That’s where I was at. Using every negative thing that happened in my life to prove to my friends and others that I was right to be down and discouraged and pessimistic and ornery.

But, as it always eventually does for me, the heaviness of that mindset was just too much. I realized just how much of it I was brining on myself, how much of my relationship drama and fatigue was created by me myself, and I set out to fix it.

What I didn’t expect was to almost immediately, just by saying a few words, start believing that life was good.

I can’t remember what my very first life is good post was. I wish I could find it. Facebook doesn’t like to make going through page archives easy for some reason.

I do remember having the thought, Ugh. I’ll try and put a positive spin onto everything that I actually want to whine and complain about. And thus the life is good posts were born.

Within three or four life is good status updates, something really changed in me. I realized something very profound, which seems so simple but which takes most people half a lifetime or more to finally learn…

Shit happens.

It does.

We spill things. We injure ourselves. People say mean things. We get cut off in traffic. We mace ourselves in the face with air fresheners, we drop our phones in our oatmeal, and we inhale beard shavings. Every day little things happen that we can dwell on. Some days big things happen that we can dwell on.

This is the human experience.

Seeing the positive when it happens is a skill most people have just by trying it out for the first time. Seeing the humor that exists when crappy things happen is a skill that has to be learned and developed.

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Dan Pearce is an American-born author, app developer, photographer, and artist. This blog, Single Dad Laughing, is what he's most known for, with more than 2 million daily subscribers as of 2017. Pearce writes mostly humorous and introspective works, as well as his musings which span from fatherhood, to dating, to life, to the people and dynamics of society. Single Dad Laughing is much more than a blog. It's an incredible community of people just being real and awesome together!