How I Realized How Blessed I Really Am

After a long, busy, and demanding work week, it's good to be home.  It's nice waking up with the comfort of not having to commute and come home late in the afternoon.  Today is my day to spend quality time with my family, run some necessary errands, and let myself rejuvenate.

This is when I contemplate the bigger truth: I really don't have much to complain about. I mean, I could be picky and find thousands of things to complain about, but I really don't want to (and I really don't need to). That negativity isn't good for my aura. 

I have a job that I love and I'm really good at it.  Being an educator gives me the satisfaction that I'm doing something positive for society (and it helps pay the bills too).  I rarely drive in traffic to work (no one really looks forward to traffic) and my colleagues are amazing people.

Home is where my heart smiles.  I live in a nice roomy home in a quiet neighborhood.  My bookshelves are bursting with books (I really should invest in another large bookshelf). Everything I need is right here, to want more is unnecessary.

Most importantly, I have a terrific family who love me for exactly who I am.  They look forward to spending time with me and I absolutely love my time with them.  The more I think about it, the more I realize how blessed I am.  

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