Grateful

Sometimes I get a glimpse from my deep, dark, depressive hole that my life isn’t actually that bad. What have I really got to complain about? I should learn to be more grateful and thankful for what I have, not what I don’t have.

I have a good job that pays well, a house I own outright, savings in the bank and am healthy and fit. My family are also successful too in their own ways and I think we are all nice, well adjusted people.

It only takes a quick look at the news to see that we are lucky to live where we are, be born to good parents and have access to good education and services. It could be a whole lot worse for a whole lot of reasons.

I must remember that more often.