My brain is always on the lookout for ways that I should be miserable. The house isn’t clean enough, the kids are not well behaved enough,

What if I wanted the life I am in? My house with the faded paint, messy yard, and endless projects is enough. I can focus on “awareness” or

Although I try to avoid feeling terrible, without the contrast of negative emotions, what would joy feel like? It wouldn’t feel like joy.

We don’t create our dreams by worrying that they’ll never exist. We create them by being grateful that they will exist.