Day 26:
No, you are not imagining things...Gratitude Days 20-25 are missing and soon to be entered. I must apologize. I am still a baby of the paper and pen era. When my job requires I spend well over 50 hours a week on the computer, my "after hours" creative juices prefer the use of a legal pad, a scrappy old pen, and my dime store magnifying glasses. Not very elegant or technologically suave, but creativity has a way of coming out one way or another.
So, today I am thankful for being able to still write no matter where I am or how I am feeling. I must admit, this week has created roadblocks to the "path of being thankful". I suspected this would be the challenge when I started this 100 day endeavor. Have you ever had a string of days that present you with just minor challenge after minor challenge, making your demeanor one of complete apathy, bordering on grumpiness? You feel completely wrong in feeling sorry for yourself but also just do not have the gumption to see the positive. I look back at the challenges I met face on when diagnosed with cancer. During those days, months, years, I was able to grasp on tight to gratitude. I guess facing a possible life threatening illness makes one regroup and see more clearly. But when the mundane irritants of day-to-day life seep slowly back into your bones, that grasp seems to weaken. Long work days, bills, lack of sleep, family strife...it all wears down the resolve.
Seeing two 12 year olds stab a friend 19 times in our city made my head reel...closely on the heals of the young college student going on a shooting rampage in Santa Barbara, where my mom lives. Where are "Our Girls" in Nigeria? And where did that Malaysian airplane go down anyway? It all makes me take stock in my own life...re-evaluate. It's important to feel the pain of our fellow humans, so that we always strive for change and realize how good we have it. And then that medical bill comes or your teenager starts cursing at you...damn hard to hold onto that resolve. Time to meditate...time to write...time to go to a Spring art festival with my son and his girl friend in the warm, sunny weather. Okay, the resolve is back. I am thankful.
Check back this weekend....I am rebuilding pages and adding extra content that should be fun...at least for me!
No, you are not imagining things...Gratitude Days 20-25 are missing and soon to be entered. I must apologize. I am still a baby of the paper and pen era. When my job requires I spend well over 50 hours a week on the computer, my "after hours" creative juices prefer the use of a legal pad, a scrappy old pen, and my dime store magnifying glasses. Not very elegant or technologically suave, but creativity has a way of coming out one way or another.
So, today I am thankful for being able to still write no matter where I am or how I am feeling. I must admit, this week has created roadblocks to the "path of being thankful". I suspected this would be the challenge when I started this 100 day endeavor. Have you ever had a string of days that present you with just minor challenge after minor challenge, making your demeanor one of complete apathy, bordering on grumpiness? You feel completely wrong in feeling sorry for yourself but also just do not have the gumption to see the positive. I look back at the challenges I met face on when diagnosed with cancer. During those days, months, years, I was able to grasp on tight to gratitude. I guess facing a possible life threatening illness makes one regroup and see more clearly. But when the mundane irritants of day-to-day life seep slowly back into your bones, that grasp seems to weaken. Long work days, bills, lack of sleep, family strife...it all wears down the resolve.
Seeing two 12 year olds stab a friend 19 times in our city made my head reel...closely on the heals of the young college student going on a shooting rampage in Santa Barbara, where my mom lives. Where are "Our Girls" in Nigeria? And where did that Malaysian airplane go down anyway? It all makes me take stock in my own life...re-evaluate. It's important to feel the pain of our fellow humans, so that we always strive for change and realize how good we have it. And then that medical bill comes or your teenager starts cursing at you...damn hard to hold onto that resolve. Time to meditate...time to write...time to go to a Spring art festival with my son and his girl friend in the warm, sunny weather. Okay, the resolve is back. I am thankful.
Check back this weekend....I am rebuilding pages and adding extra content that should be fun...at least for me!
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