It dawns on me that I've started this year by working a lot. Maybe even a bit too much I'd say. But it's all good cause I'm still calculating in some rest in my schedule as well. But sure, the weekends away sure could come with some more space in between to be perfect, but that's not really how things work. And still I think my life, with all its imperfections, mishaps, stress and sleep deprivation - is fairly close to whatever 'perfect' could represent somehow.
I wake up healthy with a circle of wonderful family and friends even if I don't get too see them as often as I'd like too. I have my own place and I can support me and my son financially all by myself. I have a regular job which I love and even long to many of the days. And I live in a country I realize over and over is absolutely fantastic when travelling around and working in experiencing other countries.
There is a lot to be grateful for even on the crappier days. You just have to choose what to look for.