My life is made up of compartments.
Overall my compartments are full and overflowing.
Overall I’m happy and fulfilled.
But there are compartments lacking, and I can’t help but think about them.
Not figuring it out gets me down and frustrated.
I’ve been working toward filling each compartment and show no signs of stopping.
I’m grateful for the life I live but won’t truly be satisfied and whole until they’re all full or overflowing.
We all have issues and problems. We’re all figuring it out. We’re all works in progress.
We all can live abundantly in all ways.