All Things Considered....

[badstar]

I'm 26 years old.
I'm healthy. A freakin' cold or sprained ankle is my bigget worry.
I live in a HUGE house.
I live in a city.
I have really cool roommates.
I have lots of friends ranging from random amusing aquaintences to those that I would trust with my life.
I have a job that...well, it's hardly my dream job, but it keeps me in this house and living reasonably comfortably.
I have the things I need and many of the things I want.
Other than some things at work, there are no unreasonable rules on my life.
I have faith.
I have a spiritual life that I really believe in, and that I know is working for me.
I have a direction...which is a little scary, but I know it's where I need to and want to be.
I have spiritual community that's caring and supportive...they've become a real family to me.
I have...for lack of a better, easy word..."Safety" when I need or want it.
I have my intelligence, my sense of humor, my strength, my hands, my creativity, adaptability, infinitely more patience than I realize or admit.
I have people that I love and that love me.

So...what am I missing here? Why do I suddenly feel like an ungrateful brat?