Standing at the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial I am reminded of humility. I have been moping around like some poor little spoiled girl. I know that life experiences are relative. I can’t excuse, however, the way I have been pouting. It is not as if I’m a protester fighting vicious dogs turned on me during the Civil Rights Movement, looking around for water in some underdeveloped country, or an early 20th century woman caged on a pedestal unable to make career choices outside of the home.
I get it, thanks to # 21. I have to leave my job. Big whoop! I may be broke and poor for a year or so. However, I am blessed. I have choices. I am thankful.