I was grumpy last week. I hate being grumpy because it makes me more grumpy.
So I reminded myself how good I've got it. I read stories of inspiration, here and here. I ran with my son. I ran through the winter wheat that's such a shocking bright green against the blue sky that I not only see life, I feel it. I ran a faster than normal 10 extremely hilly miles past picture perfect equestrian farms all alone and pushed myself when I wanted to quit to see if I would and didn't. I made lemon scones for my daughters and popcorn the old-fashioned way and wondered why I EVER quit.
In the end I realized I have nothing but a bunch of FWPs (first world problems) that aren't even problems at all. And the next time I'm grumpy I get to do it all over again.