Sometimes, I Iet life get away from me.
I think we all do. I mean, we get up, we go to work, we come home and try to cook dinner and clean the house and do laundry and pay the bills and feed the cat (or dog)…and that’s just for people who don’t have kids and spouses and everything else that comes along with that. Are there ever enough hours in a day?
Sometimes, I’m ungrateful.
Aren’t we all? Don’t we all let the little nitty-gritty get under our skin? Don’t we all find ourselves grumbling over all the stupid little annoyances in a day instead of trying to keep everything in perspective–or is that just me? I catch myself doing it everyday. I have to take myself in hand and remember that whatever it is that has me seething really isn’t that important in the scheme of things. I don’t want to be that way. I don’t want to have to remind myself to have to keep things in perspective, or worse: run from one day to the next without feeling grateful for my blessings or seeing all the good things in life. Because life is still good, you know.
But, I am Me. I know myself. I’m going to struggle with this everyday. Proof: the fact that I started this blog over a year ago and there are so few posts to show for it. And I know you don’t know this, but I do, so I might as well admit it: I’ve spent quite a bit of it complaining. Not proud of that.
So my prayer is to be better; to be thankful more and complain less. To be more joyful. It’s a personal journey for me, and if you’d like to join me, please feel free.