“Tis the season of returning Spring vacationees, folks coming back from school breaks and family outings, eager to share the stories of their adventures. I force myself to smile and say, “how nice.” But it’s easy to be resentful.
Sure, cross country skiing through pristine trails in the mountains, drinking margaritas at sunset on a Hawaiian beach, or visiting the the wonderful museums in Washington, D.C., sounds like fun.
If you’re not blind and caring for a wife with dementia.
Sour grapes? Totally, which is why I work hard not to fall into the resentment trap.
After all, how many people get up in the morning with money in the bank, no debt, and food in the refrigerator? How many people go for a leisurely walk each morning in a comfortable climate through a safe and friendly small town, past sweet smelling flowers and singing birds, and listen to the gentle lap of waves on a beach?
Our adventures may not be as grand and exciting as the returning vacationees, but ours are no less delightful.
I’m better off being grateful for what we have, than resenting what we don’t.
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