When does complaining cross the line from being a serious desire to see others perform at their best, to being a negative view on life? Is expressing frustrations a natural and healthy part of life, or should I strive not to get frustrated in the first place, attempt to be content no matter the situation? And what happens if I get to a point where I’m so content I don’t notice anything that could be or needs to be improved? Shouldn’t I always be striving to do my best? Does contentment suggest putting up with something that’s far from doing your best to glorify God? Questions roll around in my head like clothes in a dryer, and the conversation goes around the room in unending circles.

I saw Orion tonight. I’ve missed him.