There’s Always Something to Complain About
It’s been a busy week.
I’m busy at my new job.
My wife is working full time after not doing so for several years while our kids were small.
The kids are involved in sports, scouts, swimming, music, and a bunch of other stuff.
I find myself working to try to find time to run, do yoga, read my growing list of books, complete house projects, and shuttle my kids to all of their activities.
Today I was thinking through all of these activities and caught myself complaining.
Complaining about a lack of time and a lot to do.
Complaining that I’m not in the kind of shape that I’d like to be.
Complaining that I’ve argued with my family a bit too much this week.
I could go on, but in the end I realized that, in life, there’s always something to complain about.
I have a new job that I love.
My wife has a new job that she loves.
My kids are involved in activities they love and attend a great school.
Sure, I have to be a bit more intentional, and perhaps selective, about the way I spend my time, but I am enjoying learning yoga and happen to be super excited about my reading list.
You know what I realized?
There’s always something to be grateful for.
Here’s hoping that will be the title of future blog posts instead of the way I’ve titled this one.