Supposed to be comfortable...I think for many of us we assume it so. The hard parts of my life stand out simply because, for the most part I have had it easy when I compare my life to that of people living in crisis that we see right now, or people in 3rd world countries.

My daughter recently flew to Barcelona for work. She told me how the bed in her room had a bit of a dip in it.

My response was to tell management.

Her response was, 'You know Mum, this is my 1st world problem. There are areas on the mattress I can shuffle to and put up with for the time being. And when I get home I will love and appreciate my bed once more."

If we didn't have dips in our lives, how on earth could we enjoy the highs, or dare I say, the everyday comforts that are such a blessing?