This morning I saw a speeder get pulled over by the cops, and it made me smile to think that there is justice in the world. And I just need to remember to put things into perspective. My mom called me to tell me she's proud of me, and that she loves me. That she's proud of the adult I am, and the adult decisions I make. That makes me feel pretty good.
I have a wonderful husband, an adorable son, a baby on the way, a cat who gives me kisses, a warm home, fantastic friends who are family to me, and a Savior who loves me just as I am, and died for me.
Things can't be so bad to negate all that.