I am. I don't have a perfect life BY FAR. I have seriously chronically ill husband. The usual kid issues. Money is tight. My allergies suck. My mother is about to put in a nursing home. My sister died too young.

But I'm pretty content with my life. Despite everything, I'm a pretty fortunate person and I don't take that for granted.

Life has always and will always have its ups and downs, some of them terrible. But I've finally reached a place where I can accept that that is part and parcel of life.

I choose to acknowledge my blessings of which there are many, and face the inevitable struggles with as much dignity and strength as I can muster (and sometimes I am able to muster more than others -- and that's okay).