It’s been raining. It’s cold. We were outside too long. The pooch is done in.
But I’m okay. I’m not done in. I’m coming out of that state.
Whenever I hit a particularly challenging time in my life – for whatever reason – I have this habit of looking around and thinking to myself: why me? Look at all those others that are just going along fine.
And then I was listening to someone who does a lot of “help” in that area, and she commented that life is like this: you eat a meal and then a little while later, you’re hungry for another. You will always want the next meal.
Somehow – and it made sense to me – she was equating challenging situations to meals. That they feed you. In a good way. You grow.
Okay, so yeah. I see that. But how about enjoying the meal itself more? Bitch and moan.
Really, my life is good. I can complain when my dye isn’t precisely the color I want. Yeah.
That probably tells you a lot.