Treat me better

Early Sunday morning and I’m having a conversation with some of the fellas in the house. Real life is revealing it’s true self everyday.

As I listen. I learn the magnitude of my own mistakes. Improving my attitude toward others is always a constant battle for me.

I’m taking a real survey of my thinking process now a days. As I’m in a state of wondered later on this afternoon I had a moment of frustration.

I started to think. Why am I still waiting for life to treat me better? The key word is waiting. It implies that someone or something else is in charge. As the thought floated through my mind I decided to write it down. To come back to this concept.

  
4:15pm and I’m still stumped. 

Is it the amount of emphasis that I put on others to do what I want? Is it the amount of time that I waste hoping someone else will understand my wants and needs? Is it the lack of information that I am receiving or giving out that causes setbacks?

Looking into my own crystal ball 🔮 and I have to continue to find the strength to withstand my own issues.

Life has so much in store for me. Today I just want to be thankful for all of my joys.

C.L Cunningham 

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