You can call me NIK
Comparison is death to happiness, in my experience. If I start down the path of comparing how much more money I had when I was married, how much nicer my house was, how much more engaged and successful I was with my career, everything I have NOW would be graded against a faulty, nostalgic curve.
I make a conscious effort every day to practice gratitude. Some days I'm more successful on that front than others. But even on those days when I have to scratch for the gratitude, I am reminded of the richness of blessings in my life. I have a roof over my head, I have a steady job, I have food on my table, I have children I love who love me back...
“Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.”