I've been trying to cut the complaining and whining, nipping it straight in the bud once a whine appears. There's really so much to be grateful for that it seems over-indulgent to dwell on the less than stellar things.

Life may not be perfect, but it's uncanny how close my reality is to the future self I envisioned years ago (just substitute microscopes with lex libris though). And with that admission, what's the point in complaining?

There's just so much to look forward to, so much to get excited over that I sometimes can't keep still with the thought of all that the future holds.

This is exactly where I'm supposed to be at this point in my life.