Blessings

I think I've had a pretty amazing life. Even if I get bad news Friday, even the worst news, I still have been treated well by the gods. Nothing can happen, or nothing I can imagine, that would change this. In life's lottery game, I've been one of the lucky ones.

So I feel almost guilty when I want to complain about something, a painful knee, a sore ankle, some ego-hurting slight hither or yon, whatever. In good conscience, I can't complain about anything without catching myself being greedy.

What I've enjoyed most in life is doing my work, and perhaps my greatest blessing is that I still have the mental faculties to do it. I had more fun when my closest friends were still alive. I wouldn't call myself "happy" but I definitely am "content."

I remind myself of all this each morning. My first waking thoughts, blessed, lucky.