I have no complaints.
Not a one.
I might complain, but that is just me “running off at the mouth” (I think this is a local term that has variations for different regions).
In reality I have nothing to complain about.
But I have so much to be thankful for.
Take today for example.
My day starts with a good man by my side, and happy to be there. I have children who call me and want to talk to me. I have a boss who tolerates me and laughs with me. Co-workers who smile when I walk in and who I look forward to working with and being with. I always have lunch. I always have somewhere to go after work, be it home, or someplace else waiting on me to get there.
I have friends who call and say ‘hey we’re on our way home from work can we stop and see you’. Heck yeah! And when they show up they bring me dinner. Then they pick up paint brushes and help me paint. While yet another friend shows up to help me paint….after she also put in a full day’s work.
I have something cold and diet to share with my friends. Or chocolate.
I have something new to learn every day.
And I have the good fortune to see the things that matter, the ability to discard the things that don’t. And a patient God and family who waits until I sometimes figure out which is which.
I recognize that everything is not perfect. And know that nothing perfect was promised.
It’s a good life. With moments of uncertainty, maybe even fear, maybe even disappointments. But I’m thankful for it all. It’s mine. I’ll do the best I can with it.