Grateful

I may gripe about my life at times; the unknown, the lack of roots, the ever changing plan. Ultimately, however, I have to admit I live quite the spoiled life. I have some of the best friends out there, both here in Cincinnati and in a splattering of eastern cities (and a few just out on their own in other places). They care for me well by singing happy birthday across the pond, inscribing page after page of a book with personal notes, and making time in Vegas to spend a night eating ice cream. I also have had lots of opportunities to explore different avenues. Sure, that means I get frustrated with the lack of roots and occasionally it means I feel restless, but it also means I meet tons of fun people and try lots of different opportunities. Perhaps with the rest of my September, I will work on being grateful for the good life. Because that is definitely what I live.