For whatever reason–be it an act of nature or an act of their nature, these people had no dwelling place of their own. If I wore the cap that day, it would seem as if I were saying, “my life is good…sorry ’bout your luck.”
Dear God, I did not sleep well last night, but I did wake up. My muscles are sore, but they work. My wallet is not full, but my belly is. I may not have all I want, but I have all I need. My life is not perfect, but my life is good. THANK YOU!!
I have every reason in the world to be happy. I have one to a thousand reasons to feel good. Today, I count my blessings. I let the sun shine inside my heart and I see in its light the dazzling beauty that’s within me. I see my strength, I see my compassion, I see my love, and I see my joy. I choose to feel connected, I choose to feel alive in this moment and I choose to feel good, happy, and whole. My life is good and I am blessed.
This isn’t a very me word, but I’m pretty freaking blessed. My hilarious & kind husband and I have challenging but well-paying jobs that allow us to live the life we want i.e. dinners out, vacations, nice things if wanted. Our supportive and encouraging parents are still with us. We have many friends and acquaintances who share our varied interests. My life is good. Fuck asterisks.