complain?

What do you complain about the most?

Today I pulled a muscle in my back while playing golf. It hurt. I couldn’t finish the round. But really? Why would I complain about that? I got to play golf.

Last Thursday I had a skin cancer cut out of my forehead, and the doctor said all margins were clear. But really? Why would I complain about that? I got to play golf today.

I have to pay my monthly bills tomorrow. I have plenty of money to pay them with. But really? Why would I complain about that? I got to play golf today.

Are you starting to see a pattern here? I like to play golf. Those days I get to play golf are great, but so are all the other days when I do the mundane tasks that fill the hours and minutes of those days too.

I am alive. I am free. I determine my actions and activities on most days. When I do have appointments to see doctors or dentists, or whomever, I set those to fit my schedule, not theirs.

I am in love. I’m married to the most wonderful woman in the world. She loves me unconditionally for who I am, not what she wishes I would be or become.