Putting Things Into Perspective

I know I do a lot of bitching and moaning here. This is a place where I get my rants out so that I don't end up blowing up. But lately I've been feeling guilty for complaining. I mean, could my life be better? Sure. But it could also be a hell of a lot worse.

For example, I bitched about my porch catching on fire. Aside from fighting with the homeowners insurance and it being an eyesore at the moment, it really wasn't a huge deal. At least not compared to my friend. Her parents' house burnt to the ground yesterday. They lost everything. Thankfully no one was injured, but everything they ever worked for is now gone. And I dare bitch about a singed porch?

Another example, I'm extremely uncomfortable from the pregnancy. I've got aches and pains. But Christ, both my husband's grandmother and my great aunt are going in for cancer surgery this week. What the fuck am I complaining about?

I guess it's true that no matter how bad you think you have it, others have it worse. Sure I'm broke as a joke, but at least I have a place to live and food to eat. A lot of people don't. So yeah, life can throw you a curve ball every now and again, but it's best not to let it sink you. Not when there is so much to be thankful for. My family, my health, a roof over my head. I have a lot. So today, I'm not going to bitch. I'm just going to be thankful for once. Especially thankful that my baby is healthy and I'm going to be meet him by Friday. A blessed event in an otherwise crappy week. See...there is a silver lining. Imagine that.