I was listening to some Fiction Family the other day and I came to a realization; my life is pretty good.  I don't mean that in the typical people-in-some-countries-have-it-worse-than-me-so-I-shouldn't-complain sort of way, but rather that I actually have been enjoying my life.  It's a strange thing.  I think the majority of my life has been rather enjoyable, but for the first time I recognize that fact.  I'm getting ready to graduate college, get married, and start a completely new life, which for some is stressful, but I'm relishing the opportunity to start new.  I'm loving getting ready to set out into the unknown like an ancient explorer; no map, no compass, just faith and a desire to move on.