Blissfully unaware

There are so many hidden joys in my life and on occasion I can't help but ponder them. Fortunately accompanying, church and my awful, awful piano seminar allow ample time to consider how and why I am so damn lucky. Just hearing other people talk about their lives, their complaints and their problems gives me a much more joyous perspective. Can you use those two words together? Joyous and perspective? Hmm. Well, it's my blog and no one reads this so I will. I cannot verbally express how grateful I am to have two happily married parents who reside in the house I grew up in and are healthy, happy and loving. That sense of "home" is so important, knowing that I can always go there no matter what. Plus, my parents are smart, they have good jobs, they are faithful to each other and they pray for me everyday that I will be the same. How much more can a girl ask for? Then, I have three phenomenal friends. Now it's a good thing no one reads this because I'm bound to offend someone by saying there are just three. But it's true! I have The Singer, The Librarian and the Perfect One. Gosh, that's rude to assume only one is perfect but I don't know what else to call her? The Singer is just amazing. She's gorgeous, she's got this incredible voice and this uncanny zest for life that I so envy. And she doesn't give a crap about what you or I think about her. She's enviable. The Librarian...hmm, she's so damn sweet, pretty, smart and one of the best people I've ever known. Again enviable. Then the Perfect One. It's almost like the friend equivalent of being in love....can you have that? She's just perfect. I can't really say more than that. And my life would suffer greatly without any of the three. My trio! Then there's my piano teacher who has the balls to call every other shitty teacher out and shame them for not recognizing what I am capable of as a pianist. He's my hero. This listing of people could on for a bit more but frankly my mind is swarming with all the other lovely things in my life.....like how funny it sounds when my roommate is in his room composing and all I can hear are random hiccups of music or when he hums along to the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy like he is right now. Or the way my students make me feel when we've had a really great lesson. And the way my life unfolds in a most timely manner and I somehow always end up in the right place at the right time. Sometimes I literally cannot fathom how incredibly beautiful, wonderful and privileged my life is. Whew. Sometimes I just need to spew it all out just to be sure it's real.