counting my blessings

i feel old.
bleh.
nyeh.

took a shower after the friday amazing with a bunch of slightly younger generation, listening to sis complaining (again) about her pedantic and domineering lecturer, feeling fresh and almost ready to bed. house is a total mess. dishes. cardboards. dirty laundry. unironed clothes. a distressed sister with the most ridiculous hairstyle you will never get to witness in any other circumstances. life's a bit of a messy one at the moment. tired. needing a massage. envy those brimbank ladies who presently are probably getting intoxicated and going feral, not of the booze, no, but the massage each and every one of them will have tomorrow morning. daylesford spa. hmmm.

tis not time to complain, eh?

...

it is time to be grateful.

for life, for being able to breathe with no difficulty at all, without even have to think about it. for health, for still being sustained under this much activities and pressure. for home, for the good night rest, for having a comfy bed and warm doonas to snuggle in. for family, for the sincere TLC and unconditional support. for friends, the chocolate chips in my cookie. for a wonderful full-time job, crazy yet nurturing colleagues and nurses. for a great night, for crossing paths with new friends. for all the people who have and will impact my life in one way or another. for my beloved family altar. for little matthew :) for the opportunity yet to witness more of His goodness.

the list goes on and on.
aren't we so loved?

*off to bed*

goodnight~
xoxo,

allie