Another week down. I was going to start out griping about how busy things are and the typical chaos we have at the office. Too many projects/crisises, not enough time. Trying to keep several balls in the air. My mom would say: "Busier than a one armed paper hanger with an itch".
But as I was walking the dogs early in the morning and enjoying the "cooler" morning air when it hit me that, inspite of my grousing, life ain't too bad. Still got a job. Got a roof over my head. The kid is doing well in school. The family's doing well. I've got two goofy dogs that worship me. We have our health. What more could I ask for?
Sometimes you have to stop, center yourself, go back to the basics and count your blessings. Time to put the big boy pants on and get on with life.
From wilder times...
2 comments:
"Busier than a one armed paper hanger with an itch".
That cracked me up!
Busy here too... You've got a better attitude about it than I do.
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