I feel like all I've been doing lately is complaining.
Complaining about being tired.
Complaining about the headaches.
Complaining about the things we do not have.
Complaining about a lot of things that I should be incredibly grateful for.
And to be honest, I'm sick of hearing my own whining.
I'm tired of undermining my own happiness by comparing what my life looks like next to someone else's.
Because at the end of the day, no one else has what I have.
A John, an Owen, an Olivia, and a Remy.