The Number Of Blessings

I am sore, stressed, frightened and more than a little tired. I must be the luckiest woman in the world.
I am sore from taking a PT test I did better than I ever have on- and have all the ability in the world to take.
I am stressed because I have a job I enjoy and immerse myself completely in, while plenty of people are having a hard time finding any job at all.
I am frightened because I have something to lose.
I am tired because all of these things keep my days full and busy.

This is only a brief overview of my blessings. I am very busy these days, but have noticed that I have become a little on the ungrateful side, and I don't like that. Ungrateful to God, ungrateful to myself, ungrateful to my friends and family, and ungrateful to those around me in general.
I needed the wake up call.
I also noticed, as I told a good friend of mine the other evening, that I have, at some point, become afraid to smile. I'm not sure when or why this has happened, but I have realized that it takes concious effort on my part to give a true smile. If that's not a sign of trouble brewing, I don't know what is.
It is not a bad thing that I see these things, because at least I see them. Maybe these things have always been this way, and I am just now noticing them. Either way, I am seeing places where improvements can be made, and laying the blueprints just can't be negative.