Snapshots Of Gratitude
I woke today with the same negative exasperation that’s been plaguing me for a few days now, and a lack-focus to be contended with. My scrappy got up and went, and I’m left with a gray outlook on the only day I’ve seen the sun in a week. I’m tired. The overwhelm has mooshed me into a quiet place. Yet, I write. I am committed to this Sunday Gratitude Practice, even when I don’t *feel* gratitude as a belly-bubble.
So, things that went right this week-
The coffee was good every single day. I add MCT oil, coconut cream, vanilla, and stevia. I blend it to a high foam. I sprinkle cinnamon on top. I sip and swallow and am grateful for the warmth.
Snow fell and fell and fell. It accumulated on the dead grass, filled all the little spaces in the fence-line, and clung to trees like new fashion. Nature’s glitter, this week’s redemption.
I love this kitty who’s been in my life for many years. She’s taken to waking me before my alarm most mornings, then she snuggles on my belly for a bit. For a cat who’s rather aloof, this is a gift.
Self-care. Self-compassion. The last photo here is of me in a waiting room. I’m investing in myself, both by buying purple tights, and by seeking support via a Daring Way counselor. I’m grateful such opportunities are within reach.
So it seems I am capable of gratitude practice even when I feel beat down by circumstances. This is a relief. This is why I show up every Sunday. Gratitude practice is a buffer between my heart, and my negative thoughts. Gratitude leaves the lights on. Gratitude is the hand that holds on. It’s the eye-opener.
“Only love can dig you out of debt.” – The Lumineers.