Standing in the Light and Bitchin'

Too often, I find myself standing in the light and bitchin’. I came to that conclusion while driving my daughters around to their seemingly countless activities. Kenzie sat in the back seat fussing about the sun in her eyes. I told her, “Turn your head, then, ‘cause Baby, even Momma can’t change the position of the sun.”

Light is good, but sometimes too much light makes me squint, and I have to turn away or be blinded with brilliance. Either way, I live my life flooded by the good light, yet like Kenzie, I stand there and bitch. Since that enlightening (pun intended) conversation, I’ve been counting the ways I find myself taking my blessings and trying to dim them, fit them into smaller more mundane packages. Here are a few I’ve reframed lately.

· My pantry and refrigerators—how is it that I have the audacity to complain about the size of my rear while my pantry is loaded down and I need two full size refrigerators to hold food? Duh—standing in the light and bitching.
· Cleaning my house—a beautiful home and I gripe because I have to do up-keep. Please!
· Submitting to agents—electronically with the push of a button, no paper, no postage, no murdering of trees.
· Having to run my kids across town several times a day, all day long—I’m home to do it. I have a car and not a buggy I have to pull behind me!
· I get bored—the ultimate of insults to the Divine I would imagine. I have the LUXURY of boredom.
· Laundry—I have multiple sets of clothes. My Grandmother still tells stories of living through the Great Depression and only having one pair of shoes (with newspaper insoles because of holes in the soles) and two dresses: one for work and one for school and church.
The list could truly go on and on.

My new catch phrase is now “Standing in the light and bitchin’” and my intent is to coin that, use that to remind myself how truly blessed I am. In what ways are you standing in the light and bitchin’? I have a feeling I can’t be the only one. ;-)