Instead of fearing what you have or afraid of not getting what you want, maybe feel blessed instead.

Instead of acting entitled, give gratitude and give of yourself.

Instead of whining, O Woe is Me, find meaning in your misery, missteps and mistakes.

I write what I need to remember.

Photo of my tulip at the mountains, April 22, 2016

I find that the source of my misery is not wanting things to be the way they are. Not wanting myself to be the way I am. Not wanting the world to be the way it is. Not wanting others to be the way they are. Whenever I am suffering, I find this war with reality to be at the heart of the problem. – Stephen Cope