Most of the time, the problems we complain about are of our own making.
The combination of the creation of the problem, coupled with our refusal to do anything about it, provides endless opportunities for complaint.
A little thing triggered this in my mind this morning.
For the first time in over a week I sat down with a cup of coffee and relaxed to read.
Going a week without reading is like going a week without breathing.
I was pissed as I thought about this and began to curse my job.
Then I realized that at least twice during this period I chose to write rather than to read. And I had many opportunities to read at night.
I haven't read in over a week because of choices I made.
Not because my life sucks.
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