I know that I am lucky. Lucky to have the things that I have. The extras that I have. I know that their our many mothers who wish for the extra help around the house. Or even the little things like getting a pedicure every now and then. But is it ever enough.
Why am I not satisfied? Why do I feel like what I have is deserved instead of a privelege? Are my expectations too high? Do I feel like I have some type of Diva syndrome? How and what is feel is not new it is just different. Because I am different. Is wanting a nice piece of furniture any different from when you were younger wanting a nice pair of shoes?
But am I grateful? Am I thankful? Or am I arrogant and boastful? These are all thoughts I toy with about myself.
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