One of those days...

It's been one of those days. One of those days when you feel like everything is just out of wack. I just got back from seeing "Marley and Me" (so good. go see it. now.) and I have one of those headaches when you have been crying all day and it just hurts. The three advil I took are now kicking in and telling me to go to bed. But for some reason I felt implied to blog about this. This day of mine. I am not going to go into boring details and complain about anything, because really, my life is great. I have a great family, great friends, and I live in a great town. My life could be much much worse. I am very blessed and I am thankful for everything I have been given. My parents are wonderful people and I am so grateful for everything they do for me. Some days are just plain hard. Why is it that when wonderful things happen to other people we feel great joy for them but then deep down there is a little but of jealously and resentment. Is it just me? Am I crazy or do other people feel this way too? Then I think about my life and how I could be doing things differently, or better. I did a lot of thinking today. So much thinking that my head is getting the worst of it now. We all have our own problems, our own imperfections. As I get older I see that now. I see that we all have room to grow, even our eldest elders. I know that every day cannot be perfect. And I'm glad. I'm glad that we have those imperfect days so that the almost perfect ones seem perfect. This isn't suppossed to be making sense. There are a thousand things and subjects that ran through my head today and I couldn't possibly make sense of all of them. I'm just glad that at the end of the day I can kneel down, and pray to my Heavenly Father. Thank Him for everything. And know that when I feel alone, He is always there. Always rooting for me. Always loving me. No matter what. And for all of that, I can get through those imperfect days.