First World Problems. My term for all the inane things I find myself complaining about.
You know, like, “It’s so annoying that my iPhone battery doesn’t hold a charge.”
Or, “All my shoes don’t fit in my closet. I NEED a bigger closet.”
I’m pretty good at complaining. Kvetching. Belly-aching.
Not my favorite characteristic about myself. But I’ve been working on gratitude, working hard, and that means concentrating on being less of a whiny face. That’s why I felt compelled to write today. Simply because it’s a wonderfully good and uncomplicated day.
This was an exhausting week. I juggled a special kind of overwhelming workload that left me physically dizzy and a little delusional. But despite long hours, strange demands and spending way too much time in heels, I finished out the week feeling exuberant.
I worked hard. Found inspiration in new places. Got good news. Made friends. Had unexpected good talks. Squeezed in time for yoga, albeit at 5:30 a.m.
I don’t have any roses that I could stop and smell, but I did take extra time to snuggle the puppies. I finished a book. Painted my toes. And did I mention we got CABLE?
It all sounds simple enough, but sometimes in life we fail to point out the little things that go right, and focus on the little things that go wrong.
It’s hard not to sound cheesy when you express this sort of life loving. Most of the time, life is really, really hard. And sometimes it sucks. There are certainly dark days with no unicorns or rainbows to be found.
I guess those not-so-wonderful moments are worth all the struggles though, right? Because they help the good moments really shine.