Just when I feel REALLY sorry for myself...
...I read a blog about somebody, whose life is a lot worse than mine. Then, right then I realize that things could be worse. THEN I return from lalaland.
I do realize that my life is actually not a bad life. I have work, I have a roof over my head, money to buy a car, clothes, food and a few extras here and there. I try to be cognicent of that at all times since returning from Ghana in 2003. In Ghana there are some very rich people. For the most part, they are rich and live their lives like any other rich person. They are the exception. The rule are folks ranging anywhere from 'having a steady job to pay for the bills and home' to 'living on the beach under a palmtree'. The majority of folks fall into the lower income ranks. It is a country of very kind and generous people. Even the poorest of the poor will share their food with you. Hospitality there is big making me realize that I really don't have a bad life.
Okay - I vasilate back and forth between lalaland and reality. Just go with the flow.