This morning I read a blog post from Mummy Barrow it made me sit and ponder for a little while.
So much of my life as with everyone else I imagine is bemoaning all the things I don’t have. Moaning about the time that I don’t get to spend relaxing. About all the minor ailments which can aggravate my tired, hormonal body.
Today I tried to spend the day thinking of positives. It’s now 10.30pm and considering I’ve had what could be described as a rather crappy day with a very poorly baby I feel ok. Not bouncing around happy but ok. After all it’s been a bad day but I know tomorrow will more than likely be a bit better.
I’m not rich but I’m not living on the streets either.
I don’t have the job of my dreams but I’m not in the worst job I could be in.
Last year was a bit hard, a bit rubbish but it isn’t last year anymore. Does that make any sense?
I think of myself as being a nice person. I care about others. I give to charity ..and if someone I know is feeling low I try to make them feel better. I don’t do enough. Do any of us really do enough?
I should. We should. And I will.
Maybe I won’t change the world but maybe doing lots of little things will change my world.
Sometimes you just need a kick up the backside to make you think.