I think we can all agree we have good and bad days. Days that it’s a struggle just to shower or stand by your stove to cook a throw together meal. But we also have days where we feel human, like we can go for that short walk or hit the gym for a bit. It’s a mix to say the least.
I do believe feeling blessed is a state of mind. Regardless of the day I wake to I always thank God for waking me. Another day to talk to my hubby and kids and let them know how much I love them.
God knows they all three can work my nerves, but I’m grateful for another day with them still and all.
I was talking with Lance today (man am I grateful he was off for the summer) and I was telling him how now my good days are what my bad days used to be. Funny how that change happens and you don’t even realize it. Bam you’re there and think WTF when did this happen?
Last year was rough, but I had a flare so I could excuse it away. Surely this summer would be better. It wasn’t, but at the end of the day I have my family and for that I’ll always consider myself blessed.
Every morning I thank God for another day. If we all look at life that way we can all consider ourselves blessed. Another day filled with possibilities. Even a bad day is still a blessing because it’s another day to do something, to make someone smile, have a good chuckle and make the world a little brighter or be the snarky asshole that I so enjoy being.
Life is hard and messy at times but it’s always better than the alternative. So I’m challenging everyone that reads this to find a blessing in every day.
These two are mine them and my sweet hubby
Happy Friday folks. Btw I woke thinking it was Thursday. Days seem to slip by at times like smoke through a keyhole. Enjoy it and be as present as possible.