Slapping myself

I’ve been feeling somewhat down, a bit anxious, a little restless lately. Part of that is due to pushing forward into unfamiliar territory at work, which has had me uneasy for weeks now, but there’s something more going on. I just can’t put my finger on it.

But it doesn’t matter. I got to wondering if I happened to feel like this around this time last year, and so I went back through the archives and found that…well, no. I didn’t. I was getting bummed out over the negativity in the news and on social media at the time, but it doesn’t sound like the same thing.

But what I did find was a post where I took myself to task for not looking at the good things in my life. I suspect that’s applicable to this particular feeling, too. Life is, after all, quite good. Let me count the ways:

• I have friends and family who, upon seeing this post’s title, would happily step forward to spare me the effort. Oh wait, is that looking on the positive side?
• My kids are doing well in school and in their various other hobbies/activities
• Our fruit trees appear to have survived the strange spring weather and are flowering
• My dog is still happy to see me when I come home
• I don’t live in Europe during Napoleon’s time
• I turn on the faucet and water comes out–I don’t have to take big water barrels to the river several times a week
• I don’t have to get out of my car to open the garage door–and I have room to park in my garage!
• I’m not too old to have fun running around outside with my kids

Yeah, life is good. And from what I’ve heard, it beats the alternative.