So, about that last post. Aren’t we quite the little drama queen, with our little pity party?
Sorry about that.
I really was feeling that way and was writing from the heart, but I can feel my New England ancestresses (one of whom lived as a widowed schoolmarm for over 45 years) are pissed off at me from the next world. They want me to
So, OK, enough Mrs. McWhiny – it’s time to put the big girl pants back on (wait a sec, I am big girl, so I kind of wear them all the time, but whatever), pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and get your big ass into gratitude gear.
You’ve probably seen this one, but it bears repeating:
So, yes, my daughter and I (that’s the first thing I should be grateful for — I am not, in fact, alone – I live with an angel; a beautiful, resilient, patient, kind, caring, forgiving angel) have been through some big stuff, but:
- we’re alive
- today, we have a roof over our heads
- today, we have food
- today, the power works and the faucets produce clean water, hot when needed
- I have a reliable car that will be paid off by next October
- I have two brothers, one of whom lives close enough to come and help out
- that closer brother weatherstripped doors today, so we’re less freezing in here
- handy closer brother also tested the back-up sump pump he installed, and it works
- this year’s mother-daughter Christmas downtown excursion is planned and booked
- I lost a pound by not eating dinner last night – intermittent fasting works for me
- I had an opportunity to do a small, unnoticed but kind thing today, and I did
- I have gotten this far through the day without accidentally hurting myself
I am grateful for these things. I am grateful for the wise, kind WordPress friends who have shared their wisdom and kindness with me – you guys rock. I love your blogs. You know who you are (and anyone who reads this should too, because there’s a list of blogs I follow over there in the sidebar – or at the bottom if you scroll down, I think).
I am grateful for small accomplishments and meeting modest daily goals.
I’m grateful for weird dreams that amuse and puzzle me.
I’m grateful that through online shopping I figured out cheap, functional, stick-on, OK looking LED vanity lights for my dressing table, so I didn’t have to hire an electrician to tear up the wall.
I’m grateful for my old, fat, warm, soft cat Sophie, even though she ignores her claw-sharpening carpet remnant and continues to destroy the good rugs, and sits on my face when I’m not ready to get out of bed yet to feed her.
I’m grateful for the really good, really beautiful sacred music my choir director selected for the Christmas concert, and the challenge of learning it and the joy of singing it with a really good choir. You may take that as a shameless plug for our concert, which is a bonus add-on to my gratitude about it, because I really am grateful.
I am grateful for the opportunity to be grateful, and, because I’m breathing, the chance to be happy, one moment at a time. I hope I can maintain the happiness long enough to send a little love out into the word.
They say what goes around comes around. You reap what you sow.
In the bleak midwinter – what can I give?
….give my heart.
Trying to send love in little bits and pieces, I remain,
Your loyal, devoted, sucking-it-up-and-snapping-out-of-it,