Snap back to reality : ghetto gyms, not so great moments, taking it in, and remaining calm

In this life, I manage to rush through a lot of what I do, whether it is my work, or my chores, or what used to be homework. I often do not appreciate challenges or conflict, or even the harsh realities up against what I have already there in front of me. For example, yesterday, I went to a 24hr gym in Ranco Cordova, and never realized how spoiled I was at Folsom. I complained over spending ten extra dollars a month, when really that money goes into having a cleaner facility, good staff members, decent group x classes, good machines, towels, and cleaniless not only for its members, but with the area itself. The Rancho one was filthy and the people were beyond rude! Not that I am judgemental, but I couldn't wait to get out of there. I also thought about other situations where people live in not so safe neighborhoods, and my apartment is just right and comfortable; still has it's quarks and oddities, but I signed on for another year and realized watching sunsets from my balcony and having a place that heats up faster than a stove wans't so bad afterall. Seeing other people's situations and circumstances makes you wonder is it really that bad? Am I really just making a mess, and causing drama when I don't need to be? I guess at the time we don't think it's nothing, that everything we go through really is a big deal or important. I know a lot of friends and including family whose status right now, is the pits, but they are just so strong and rising above all of it, almost making my little woes seem entirely pointless, which I truly admire. I want to be able to take my time and just breathe, and realize that if I push through, bitch and complain it's taking away from God's will and my journey. The bible study book I am reading right now talks a lot about that and appreciating the difficulties life brings us, however terrible or sad they may be. I had a friend who lost a dog a week or so ago, another who had to give up hers and some who are fighting to find a place to live, looking for work, and getting through the day with manic children, no sleep, you name it. I went to a friends house last night whose baby has a cold, whose other son was being disrutpive at the table, but they were so loving to make time to see me, make me salmon with blueberry sauce and just simply for that moment in time, not feel like parents, but hosts who welcomed me into their dwelling for a meal and conversation. I want so much to pray for those with situations worse than mine and do anything I can. I am thankful even if it doesn't show all the time, for all of the things I currently am in posession of or apart of. I try not to buy new things or go to something in excess, or rush right through, or complain, because once the big picture is pulled out, or you experience for even just a day, someone else's world it truly wakes you up and holds you accountable, the way God intended.