Do you ever have “those” days? You know, those days when you’re kind of feeling a little blue? Where the blue feeling may or may not be based in what’s actually happening in the world, but where you’re only focussing on things that make you feel that way? Don’t lie. I know I’m not the only one.

I’ve been in that space for the last couple of days. It honestly not justified by the reality of my world, but I’ve been a little too focused on what I don’t have, namely a job, and not at all focused on all the awesomeness that is my life.

And then the last 45 minutes happened and that all changed. This is the story of the actual last 36 hours of my life. A day in the life of Little Merry Sunshine, if you will.

After a completely sleepless night, early yesterday morning I checked Facebook and saw a post from the “I Grew Up in Tarpon Springs (Florida)” group asking for a roofer. My mom’s first cousin has been a roofer in that area for at least 50 years and his dad was a roofer before that. He did the roofing on my Nana’s house in Crystal Beach and I was eager to refer him. I clicked on the comments and was thrilled to see that a couple of people who I don’t know and don’t think I’m related to, had already beat me to it! It was lovely to see all the love for my distant family member.

Later in the day, I went back to the group to see if anyone else had recommended my mom’s cousin. Imagine my surprise when not only were there a bunch of other recommendations for his business, but a man posted recommending the my distant cousin and saying he was the nephew of the roofer. I immediately shot off a Facebook message to the man introducing myself and saying that we must be related. He wrote me back and it turns out that his mom is my mom’s first cousin as well because his mom and the roofer are siblings. What that means is that his grandfather and my grandfather were brothers. How fun is that to bump into a cousin you didn’t know you had in a random Facebook group?!

Late last night, my dear friend Brooke from Washington D.C. sent me a note saying to put March 12-16, 2015 on my calendar because she and her awesome hubby Kevin will be in Chicago for a basketball tournament. I think it’s some NCAA thing. Anyway, we’ve been talking about it back and forth today and she said I can go to a game with them. That’s fantastic because I’ve never been to a college basketball game. I can’t wait. It’s going on the list of new experiences for 2014-15.

Out of the blue this afternoon a friend posted an article about LinkedIn on my Facebook wall with the comment that although she believes I’m a guru at all that it talked about, she thought I’d enjoy the article. Guru. I’m a guru. The only question is how do I incorporate that into my LinkedIn profile.

I had a couple of errands to run this afternoon and I went out with flip flops on. Sure, it was a questionable life choice in weather that I don’t think actually cracked 50 and my toes desperately need a pedicure, but it felt wonderful. Oh, I didn’t wear a coat either. I felt naked.

While out and about, I stopped by my mailbox where I found a package from my friend Tim’s mom in Oregon. I didn’t know she had my address and couldn’t imagine what she’d be sending me. Like a little kid on Christmas morning, I ripped open the package to find a sweet note saying she hoped I enjoyed the enclosed Christmas ornaments from St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. A year or so ago, she posted on Facebook that she was headed to Memphis for a St. Jude’s event because she’s very involved with the hospital. I commented on her post that I was personally grateful for her support of St. Jude’s because of all they’d done for my cousin when he had Leukemia in the 1970s and that he was the child in their logo. Here are the ornaments and the note.

A few minutes later, I received a text message from my friend Linda in Frankfort, Michigan. It was an incredibly cute video of her dog Myah and Myah’s friend Sydney talking to me. I’m sure you’ll agree that it’s totally adorable. Click the link. I can’t figure out how to actually embed the video. One thing is for certain, the pic of Sammy and Zoey is on its way.

MyTalkingPet

Then my most recent blog post about guns was tweeted out to the world by ChicagoNow. Gotta love the love.

Pro tip: Do NOT hide your guns in your socks http://t.co/54i1deBjad

— ChicagoNow (@ChicagoNow) March 7, 2014

Finally, I received a job offer. Well, maybe. It was an offer for work that was left in response to a comment I made on post by a local media outlet from a stranger in New York offering me a “great work from home oportunity (sic).” So ya know, that may not be completely legit.

But look at all I have to be grateful for today. The last 36 hours of my life reminds me to remain focused on the good things that happen each day because they are all around me. And I’m certain your day is as full of goodness of mine.

I’ll see you on Sunday. I’m off to celebrate National Day of Unplugging.

UPDATE: I don’t know how I missed this, but one of the most delightful things that happened was on Thursday afternoon after my blog post about looking for a theme song. I was driving on the Edens and listening to NPR and a fascinating story about a man named Ed Walker, who is the host of The Big Broadcast, which airs on Sunday evenings on WAMU, the NPR station in Washington DC. The Big Broadcast is a show of old-time radio programs. All of the sudden I recognized a song that came on as part of the story and I began singing along with an enormous smile on my face. What was the song? A Bushel and a Peck, of course. As I sang, I knew that Nana was speaking to me. When the song was over, I looked up to the Heavens and said, “I hear your message Nana. I love you a bushel and a peck too. And I still miss you.”

Like Little Merry Sunshine on Facebook, follow me on Twitter, and see my pictures on Instagram to keep up with the latest goings on.

You can also receive immediate notification of each blog post by typing your email address in the box below and clicking the “create subscription” button. My list is completely spam free, and you can opt out at any time.