First world problems. No Irish Cream creamer for my Keurig brewed coffee.
I have a home - a lovely, strong and warm shelter. I have a kitchen full of food - including a fridge with vanilla creamer. (SHUT UP! I know.) I have clothes to guard me from the cold. I have a yoga pass to keep my body in check. I have wonderful, beautiful people who care about me in ways I've never even imagined before. People who make me feel safe and cared for and cherished.
But I pouted hard. And drank my coffee black.
How do we change our mindset? If I hold it in enough, will my view change? Do I acknowledge it and let it go? How do I embrace both the upset and the bounty?
This is Day 13 of 100 Days of Blogging.