Sometimes, when you have a lot going on, it is easy to forget all about gratitude. You know what I’m talking about. For instance, you’re pulled in a million directions and trying to get somewhere quickly, but you are stuck behind someone who you guess is an old man and start spitting anger and vitriol at him. What? I said for instance. This was just an example.
I try to remember to be grateful; I really do. I find it so helpful.
For example, upon picking up a prescription (my one and only prescription, I saw someone’s prescription waiting for them. I don’t know WHAT it was, nor do I want to; that’s no business of mine. What I do know is that there was a lot of stuff in that bag. My eye lingered there, reminding me that I don’t take any life-saving drugs, and that this is something I need to remember to be thankful for.
Lately, I’ve been a bit busy, and feeling very stretched. Today, while there is still much to do, has been much easier than many over the last month. Today, I didn’t forget to be grateful. In fact, I took advantage of the time and the slower pace to shop and prepare for the week. I’ve done what I should do to make sure that I can conveniently take good care of myself and my son on the eating well bits during the week. You know, take care of our bodies responsibly. I generally like to cook, but today I was able to lean into what could have seemed like a chore, grateful for the time that I had to take care of this properly. I know that when he gets back from his dad’s house, that I will be able to relax, and welcome him home to the environment that he should have.
I am so happy for this. And perhaps this is the lesson to be harvested from a month of crushing busyness.