When I even feel a hint of bitching and complaining in my psyche, I pull on the reins of that negativity and holler “Whoa, Nellie!” Life’s been too damn good to me to end up as a whiner and like that old black cast iron skillet that my mom used; it keeps getting better with each new experience while the list of things for which I’m grateful keeps getting longer and longer. As old Albert Schweitzer would say with my absolute concurrence, “You must learn to understand the secret of gratitude. It is more than just so-called virtue. It is revealed to you as a mysterious law of existence. In obedience to it we have to fulfill our destiny.”
I shall watch the list of good things grow.