blessed

Archived post:: I originally wrote this in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina (9/1/05), before I knew the seriousness of what had occurred. I shelved posting it then, but still feel the sentiment today...

from the mind of my philosophical accounting professor...
(rhetorical question) You don't think it's possible do well in my class? Come now, think about the statistical improbability of even making it to class. Wait, let's go back even further. How many individual events did you have to go through to get here? To even wake up this morning? Get out of bed? Get in the shower, get dressed, jump in your car, and get here? Think of the statistical improbability of being successful at any one of those things. With just the act of waking up, there’s an infinitesimal probability of success. Statistically, it approaches zero. Then add all the other things you had to complete, taking a shower, getting in your car, driving here safely. The chances of succeeding become smaller, and continues approaching zero. But you managed to wake up, shower without incident, and drive here without getting into an accident. You did that all successfully. Given that, how could you not succeed in this class...?

With these words in mind, I dropped my son off at school, and headed to work. I hunted down some gasoline that was less than $3, tried to buy a smoothie at my favorite spot, which was "closed due to the gas prices" (?), picked up some cereal instead, and slid into my desk at work. Happy in the knowledge that: I slept in a dry bed last night, my air conditioning worked, could & did take a hot shower this morning, got my son to school on-time, found some gas that wouldn't break my bank account, and had a job waiting for me when I was done.

Blessed.

And when I slid into my desk, my boss' boss had news for me. I got promoted. I was aware it was brewing, but I assumed it would be next year. So this was a pleasant surprise.

Blessed.

My realtor called, to tell me that construction has been restarted on theFrame! (I haven't been out there, so I really don't know what it looks like.) Apparently, the permits have been cleared on my house, and they restarted construction last week. They're looking at a December closing date.

Blessed.

I'm a simple girl, with simple needs. Despite my desire for cute clothes, and fly a$$ shoes, despite my geeky tendencies, and overanalyzing just about everything, despite my addiction to tv-drama and my aversion to real-life drama, at the end of the day I'm blessed. That is such a beautiful thing.