Complain

I clearly complain too much.  When the natural annoyances of day to day life are stripped away, what do I really have to complain about?  As we speak, I am counting my blessings to each ray of sun.  Puddles represent yesterday, and therefore can’t get me down. Soaked up, they soon will disappear, just as they have in the past.  If only I could play “Hey There Delilah” in my brain on repeat as flowers bloom in fast forward and my life slows down, I’d find happiness for 2.5 minutes.  It’s come to my attention that I tend to get bored easily, with boredom comes a little bit of anger and resentment that I’m not traveling the world riding on the back of gigantic ant eaters, or saving children’s lives with my 15 degrees from an Ivy League school.  I’m just an ordinary gal, that may come and leave this earth leaving nothing behind but 50 pairs of jeans and my name carved in a picnic table at my local park.  For today, and today only, I’m okay with that.  I have the essentials in life and then some.  The sun is shining and finally flowers are beginning to bloom.  If only seen from outside my window, or in pictures from the past I’ll pretend I’m playing hopscotch at recess or that I’m eating popsicles with my next door neighbors praying that my mother never tells me it’s time to come inside.  So for today, smile.  I mean why not, right?  Who knows, today could be contagious for tomorrow. : )