Boy, do I complain!

I just realized it today, or at least that I do complain a lot.

Got to visit with some people I haven't seen since October, and the first thing I do is complain. Not something positive, but that I don't like something. Though the conversation was followed by really great things going on in my life, I had to start it with something negative.

I think I do this with every initial conversation. Like it's a habit. Even now, I'm complaining about complaining. Tomorrow, I start fresh.

My life is wonderful and normal. Nothing horrible is going on. Nothing too insane to cause me to be in some type of "I hate life" mood. I'm so blessed to have what I have, and need to make that my focus, so that when I have a day like I've had in the past, I can recover.

Foggy?

Or just not with it. Even as I try to type this entry, my mind looses sight of where I was headed, why I decided to start.

I woke up early this morning, probably because I slept way to much yesterday afternoon, but I felt fine starting my day at 4 am. I did my usual routine of getting ready for work and tending to my garden, and heading out the door at two and a half hours later. I was ready to start the week, and even excited for the mid-week day off.

But as the day progress, and fairly quickly, I just seemed to not be in the present or somewhat pulled away from everyone else emotionally. Could it be because of my work load being more stressful that usual? Or the fact that I'm slightly behind in closing my portion of the month? Or the real heavy hitter of hearing a close friend and co-worker is in the hospital for reasons unknown? I'm just not focused.