counting my blessings...

I forget sometimes how truly blessed I am. I have a roof overhead and a nice warm bed. I can shut my eyes at night without questioning whether there will be a fight, going on outside my home that I might have to run from. I have a family that cares for me- gives me food and pays for school. I have not only one job but two. I have more than enough clothes, and plenty of things to entertain me. I have a car that runs, and money to pay for gas. I have a boyfriend that loves me, takes care of me, and does amazing things for me. My boyfriend has a family- that also love me and care about me.
I was reminded how much I take for granted while at work today. My manager and I were talking about that (how we got on that topic... I don't really remember...) but it truly made me miss that feeling that I had when I cam back from Mexico, and then more recently, from Nicaragua. It made me want to travel somewhere so that for a split second I would remember that I am not the only one with problems in the world... and that I should feel blessed, especially if those with far less than I have feel blessed.
I remember when I was in Nicaragua, I felt as though I was eating very little... then realized, as an American... I eat too much. I never felt stuffed when I was there, but I did feel satisfied. I remember the first day of working hard in the sun, I felt as though I was too sunburnt, strained myself too much and needed more rest... but I slept like a log that night, woke up super early refreshed, and my skin looked awesome that day.
Maybe we just have it backwards here. We eat too much, so we always want more. We spend too much money, so we feel we need more. We don't work hard enough so we don't sleep as well.

Just a thought...