No wonder I’ve been so miserable lately. I keep saying that I want to serve God and to be a blessing, but then I spend all of my time whining about how God isn’t serving me. What’s up with that? I know from experience that the only way to have an awesome, joyful, fulfilling life is to keep myself focused on doing the best good that I can. My body knows what I need to do and when I need to do it. My body tells me when I need to work or rest, be social or alone, eat something lighter or heavier. My body also tells me how to handle my emotions. When I feel anger, I need to move my body vigorously. When I feel fear, I need to relax with deep breaths. When I feel sad, I need to give myself some physical affection and possibly allow for some crying time. When I feel happy, I can be still and soak in the moment. Life really isn’t that complicated, but I tend to want to fix whatever isn’t broken. I want to be the great choir director of life, and then I get upset with the cacophony of my own creation. I’m such a silly child sometimes.