I am getting off on a tangent, though. I complain about my life sometimes. I wish I had this or I wish I had that. I want more clothes. Wouldn't it be nice to buy new couches for the living room? But then, all that goes away when I meet with families who are struggling just to find where their next meal is coming from or where they are going to sleep for the night. How could I be so selfish?
People and their problems are so complex. It gets me down sometimes. I am down right now thinking about some of the families that I am working with in the moment. There are certain cases and parents and children who touch me and move me. I come home sometimes saying to my husband that I am sad for the world or for people or for children because I've been hit with the reality of what others are up against in this world.
So, I am thankful. I am thankful that I have a loving husband, parents, and family. I am thankful that my husband and I are able to pay our bills, feed ourselves, have a place to lay our heads a night. I am thankful for the families I work with everyday who keep me grounded. I am thankful for the people who have enriched my life and have taught me more about life, about social work, about living than any text book could ever teach me.
I am thankful.