First World Problems

I'm trying very hard to learn to live my life in perspective.  Scratch that, I would like to believe that I am trying very hard, but let's be honest.  Some days are definitely better than others.  As I was getting ready this morning, frustrated from too little sleep and not enough get up and go, I have been trying to remember that my problems are first world problems. 

• I had to work late last night, not making shoes or in a textile mill, but selling concessions at two baseball games, in the beautiful weather, with some willing volunteers who stepped in when I was short-handed. 
• I didn't get enough time sleeping in my nice, warm bed.
• I don't like the new Facebook layout and not being able to see the information I want to see immediately the way I want to see it with my high-speed internet connection.
• I had to scarf down my breakfast while washing dishes--indoors, using clean water.
• I couldn't decide what I wanted to wear out of a plethora of choices.

I could list a lot more, but you get the point.  I don't like it when plans change, when something unexpected and/or unpleasant comes up, but who does?  I have more than I need of just about everything.  I am so blessed.  I just need to focus on that instead of what grates my nerves.  Wish me luck.