Not anything, really

If this blog post were my friend, what would I say?

Probably... I would complain.

I would complain about how Autumn ate my strawberry plants today.

I would complain about what that one person said to my husband today that really highlighted one of the things about our church that bug me.

I would complain about being hormonal.

I would complain about how that one friend tried to help, but really just made me uncomfortable.

I would complain about that conversation I had with my husband yesterday that really got me down.

I would complain about not being able to fit into my pants.

I would complain about being a complainer.

I don't want to be a complainer. I want to see and expect good things in my life.

And who wants to read about complaining?

But this is what's real for me today.

Let's hope for better things tomorrow.

Maybe I'll work on a post of better things for tomorrow.

But for now, I'm off to bed. Tomorrow will at least start with a good night's rest.