about complaints

Lately all I find myself doing is complaining to myself. It's so easy to get wrapped up in all the so called bad things going on in my life right now, but then I realize that is dumb, and my blessing always outweigh my trials. Though sometimes I may have to stretch it a bit, or at least I feel like I do. So instead of ranting about the things weighing on my mind I am determined to focus on the positive, if not for my sanity then for the sanity of those that have to listen to me.

Including, but not limited to, having two healthy children, Keith having a job that puts food on the table, a warm and cozy roof over our heads, two working cars, family that loves me, friends that love me (or at least put up with me), and the gospel to keep me grounded and keep things in perspective. And still important, though significantly less serious, chocolate chip cookies and milk to munch on, Internet to inspire and distract me, lots and lots of socks to keep my feet warm, plenty of blankets and pillows to snuggle up with when I don't feel like getting out of bed, and TV to keep me company when the house feels very lonely, but being around real live people doesn't seem appealing.