Don't hide your light under a bushel

I find it hard to truly enjoy my recent good fortune knowing that so many people are miserable right now. Two weeks ago, my air conditioning was broken. I didn't complain, exactly, but I did grumble a bit. Admittedly, I did have a bad case of poison ivy at the same time which may have been the source of my grumbling. But now, looking at the insignificance of an 85-degree apartment compared to the Waterworld-like misery of the South, I should be shamed into really appreciating the good things that are happening to me. Yet it's just the opposite -- how can that be?

Firms like me. They really like me. Applying for jobs last year, I had the very strong impression that I was shoe-gum. I did not have high hopes for my job search this year and figured I'd have to pick from the scraps left behind by the other Uber-smarties. When I received my first call-back interview, I was ecstatic. I might actually get a job! I know that the invitation is just a step, but it's a step I thought would be at the edge of my grasp. Last night, I received possibly the best invitation to a call-back interview, which was even more exciting than the first. I feel wanted by big fancy-pants, high-powered law firms.

It's really a wonderful feeling. I just wish I could share my good news without feeling so guilty.