Every day, sometimes as many as six or more times, I drive past this tree as I leave or return home home from doing this or that.
Often, it's very early in the morning as I set off for my 50+ mile drive to work Across The River, far, far away.
Usually I'm not too happy about leaving home and commuting to work.
(Actually, that sentence wins the award for Understatement of the Year.)
But the alternative would mean that I had no job.
(Or that my dream of a reality TV show had come true; but this is reality, not my dreams.)
(Don't you love the elegant curve of that tree limb that seems to just barely catch the shower of yellow leaves above?)
With no job, I'm not sure how I'd be able to support our little existence here.
Without an ability to support our little existence here, I'd miss many things, including the brilliant yellows this particular tree produces for us every single year.
So when that early morning alarm ignites the fuse on my arsenal of complaints, I immediately stifle the overwhelming urge to complain (and believe me, it's overwhelming) and try, however difficult it may be, to focus on the good.
Like the fact that I have a job.
And this beautiful, exquisite tree.
I am very, very grateful for all of it.