I don’t have problems.
Yes, it’s true that…
- I don’t get enough sleep. What mother with an infant does? It’s a temporary disability, the compensations for which are my lovely daughter and her precious smiles.
- I’m tired of my job, but though I’m in a job-hating phase now, I know that at some point in the future I’ll be thrilled with my work once again. As they say, it’s only work if you’d rather be doing something else. By that logic, I don’t work very much, and for that I’m grateful.
- My house isn’t finished. It’s not in a bad state, though. All rooms but one are livable, and with some effort we could finish the interior by the end of the year. It won’t happen. But it could happen, and that’s a nice thought.
- I haven’t been getting enough exercise, partly because I don’t have a lot of time for it, and partly because it has been such a buggy year. The ticks, for example, kept me out of the woods all spring and summer. The ticks are still out there, too. I found one on my leg just the other day. I was tromping through some underbrush, though, so I probably deserved it. There are some solutions available, including cutting a path through that area so that I don’t have to brush by any plants. It makes more sense to do that than to complain or get “ticked on.”
- Money keeps getting tighter. This house is more expensive than I anticipated and prices just keep rising. But we won’t go hungry, or cold, or naked, and we won’t have to beg. That is a lot for which to be thankful.
- I have a horrible pain in my shoulder/neck. I also have health insurance and a doctor that I can go to, and if all else fails, pain killers.
My husband’s cousin has just been diagnosed with cancer. Cancer is a problem. If it kills you, then you’re dead and nothing else will ever seem like a problem again. I don’t know what her prognosis is (good, I hope), but her diagnosis is a reminder that there’s a difference between an inconvenience and a problem. I have inconveniences. I’m thankful for my lack of problems.