In my last blog entry I asked why I couldn't catch a break. After waking up to a beautiful morning, with the warm, reassuring sun on my back, I realize I have incurred countless "breaks" in my life. I feel ashamed for being depressed over not catching this particular "break". Things are going exceptional in my life. I have a wonderful family, a great job, a roof over my head, and the luxury of typing this out this morning. Whining over not getting what was not expected to happen anyway, is foolish and selfish. I have much to be grateful for, and little worries in the grand scheme of things. I am indeed "luckier" than I give myself credit for.