It's the weirdest thing...I just can't think of a thing to complain about. Maybe that's why I haven't been blogging much lately.
I mean, of course there are the occasional kvetches - dealing with a dog when I'm not a "dog person," or learning to live a rural life after living in a city my entire life, or trying hard to make my stepchildren like me, when I realize I can't "make" anyone do anything at all, has its challenges.
Have I become boring? Some might say yes. Am I set in routines? Hardly. Every day offers up a new challenge - but not the insurmountable kind - work situations, personal issues - but nothing dramatic.
I used to pray for a "boring" life, without the daily drama that seemed to control my every move.
These days, as I look out at the lake as I work from my dining room table and anticipate seeing my husband each night, and think about kayaking around as the sun goes down, I realize that life is good and that prayers do get answered.