Do we take too much for granted?

It’s so easy to take things for granted, we all do it. It is all too easy to forget how lucky we are, that we should be thankful for everything we have. Perhaps we all just get too carried about with the details of our own lives? Surely our own problems are the worst, our jobs are the most tiring, it’s our dreams that are not coming true. No one elses problems can we worse than ours right?

Maybe we all need to take a step back and place ourselves in someone else’s life for a day. So your job is tiring and difficult but at least you have one right? You don’t have the latest phone, clothes whatever but it’s only a material object... how important is it truly?

It easy to moan about the small things, I am guilty of it. There are days when I feel like nothing is going my way, everything in the world is against me but then I take a step back and look at it from a different light. Something I never used to be able to do, something that was hard to learn but a skill that’s worthwhile. I step back and look at everything I have, my health, my own house (albeit with a huge mortgage), a husband who loves me and I love back. A small boy who is the centre of my world and another little boy on the way, both who make me smile at least once a day. So I may not have my dream car, I may not have enough money to do all the things I’d like – things might be hard at times, but I’d never swap my life for anyone else’s. I’ve worked hard to get where I am, to build a family life that I am proud of. I’m proud of my life...and if I don’t like something then it’s my responsibility to change it. No one else can.

So I just think we all need to take a step back at times, when you think things are bad and look at it with a fresh pair of eyes. Or look at someone else’s life and realise that you’re life isn’t that bad after all. Some people are ill, some don’t have a home and others don’t have even the basic of things such as clean water. Yet they are more grateful than we are... perhaps we have to much, perhaps we’ve never known anything truly difficult so we find it harder to appreciate the smaller things?

I don’t have the answers, and I don’t even know what he point of this blog was... but I was just thinking and felt the need to write it down.

How can people do it?

A guy who lived a couple of doors down from us got kicked out of his house – or at least we believe that is what happened. His things were on the street and we never saw him again but he left his cat behind. A beautiful ginger cat, so friendly – loves coming over for a bit of a fuss. The cat has been hanging around his old house for weeks now and in all honesty I never really took any notice of it before. This evening when I got home from work though it followed me to the door, and I noticed how thing it had got. So hunted out some tuna and the poor little kitty wolfed it down – so off the shop I went and came back with cat biscuits. It nearly knocked the everywhere in its hurry to get more food. He (I have no clue if it’s a he or a she) ate the food, then wandered back to his old house and curled up for a sleep on the doorstep.

If I didn’t have my doggy I’d have let the cat in and adopted him, but I have no idea how they would react to each other. Or how it’d be with Joshua. Poor ickle kitty, I’m going to feed him for the next few days with the food I bought while we decide what to do with him.

Maybe I’m just too soft, but Ant was just as bad stood outside stroking the cat. He
even suggested letting him in but only in the dining room!

Looks a bit like this – but skinnier!



What shall I call it?