Why Do I Complain?

Grocery shopping is not a chore for me. I love to cook and bake. My favorite section is the produce section because it reminds me of spring. The store also reminds me that, no matter how S.M. and I struggle to make ends meet, we are blessed.

Every night we eat a good meal.

I have gas in my car.

I have good friends.

My clothes are second-hand. That’s okay. They fit. I don’t live in upscale New York so it doesn’t matter that I wear faded jeans and a bright, clean tee-shirt to church.

I’m not living off a landfill or suffering beneath the weight of a caste system in some third-world country.

And the two cents to my name can go along way to helping those in poorer countries, or buy a coffee for a hurting friend.

So I really have no reason to complain.

I am blessed.

I prefer private conversation. You are more than welcome to email me in lieu of a comment or contact me via social media.

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