...I manage to forget life is a blessing. That my life is a blessing. I have a loving husband, a beautiful daughter, a supportive family, wonderful friends, and even two dogs that are loyal as can be, despite being relegated to second class citizens the past 22 months.
...I manage to take things for granted, like a roof over my head, food in the pantry, fridge and freezer, a zillion channels on TV, a multitude of clothes to choose from, the ability to transport myself where ever I need to go.
...I am able to justify to myself snapping at my husband, losing patience with my daughter, and throwing my hands up in the air in defeat when the day isn't going well. My worst days are nothing compared to so many.
...I feel overwhelmed by my blessings.
...I just want to cry.
...I feel sorry for myself and eat a whole bag of cookies.
...I try to hard to keep up with the Joneses, even though I don't know why.
...I need to remember that I need to be me and not care what others think.
...I want to act like a child and cry and yell and shout "Life's Not Fair!"
...I actually do. Those aren't my proudest days, and they are happening a little too often for my liking lately.
...I just need to slow down, step back, and prioritize my life. I need to cherish what matters and forget about what doesn't.
...I just need to breathe.