Quiet Woman Don't Make History
Even though I was tired and a bit hung over, I’m grateful I sucked it up and powered through the last few chores I had before settling in for the evening. The anticipated annoyance of having things incomplete is far greater than the temporary discomfort of being hot, hungry, and tired. I’m grateful for aspirin, and I’m grateful for those re-freezable sports bandages. A great invention.
Success is mostly about just showing up and working honestly. I’m grateful for my capacity for change, and my work ethic. I’m grateful that messy hair is en vogue. I knew my time would come. And, I’m grateful that I’ve learned that saying No isn’t about having an attitude, it’s about boundaries and a healthy ego. Everyone should have both.
I’m grateful I was able to spend a happy hour with one of my new work peeps. The majority of women in technology are exceedingly cool. I’m grateful for pesto. And, I am so grateful I went to and finished grad school. Maybe it does make me expensive, or undate-able, but I have never regretted it.
I’m grateful I made a decision a long time ago to live through the true conscious self. My ego is strong and healthy, but an ego-driven life is exhausting, futile, and very lonely. I’m grateful the rest of the week will be quietly without people – I enjoy my own company. And I’m grateful for my strength and forthrightness. They are my favorite qualities because without them all my other qualities wouldn’t really matter.
I’m grateful that I’ve exercised restraint when it comes to cosmetic procedures. California is filled with custom faces, and even though mine is quite imperfect, I’m okay with it being more out-of-the-box, so to speak. I’m grateful I live in the mountains now. In times of great crisis, no one yells, “Run for the Valley!” And, I’m grateful for roasted chicken. It’s always a good dinner.
I’m grateful that I’m a thrifty coupon shopper. Some people hate coupons, but I consider them a personal challenge. I’m grateful the market had a few Buddha-Hand Citrons; they make the house smell amazing. And, I’m grateful I was able to play peek-a-boo with the adorable little boy in the shopping cart ahead of me. My hope is that someday, somewhere he’ll turn to someone and say, “I’ve got a thing for buxom brunettes…I don’t know why.”
Now that I’m rolling off my current project, I have a serious case of short-timers disease and find myself irritated by even the most minor inconvenience or request. I know I shouldn’t be, but let’s face it, I’m impatient – even on a good day. So today, I’m grateful I don’t have to physically be in same room as my client. I’m also grateful my team is on the East Coast, so I don’t have to talk to anyone after 2 pm, which is particularly advantageous on Friday.
I’m grateful for my killer shower. Nothing takes the edge off a long day like a nice, hot shower. I’m grateful I’ve spent my life trying to make my Bs in to As, and have not wasted my energy trying to turn my Ds into Cs. There are some things I simply cannot do well. And, I’m grateful for mashed potatoes with gravy.
Today was another gray, rainy day, so I’m grateful that I was occupied with work and other tasks, which helped the gloomy morning pass quickly. I’m grateful for my optimism. It’s not a family trait, and it requires some effort (and I’m determined to make a greater one). And, I’m grateful for the new growth I see in all the plants and trees. They’ve suffered these past years, and you can feel their celebratory energy.
I’m grateful I wasn’t unduly inconvenienced by the rain and hail. I’m grateful the trees and hillsides are green and growing vigorously, and even though it’s kinda cold, I’m grateful I have winter sandles.
365 Days of Simple Gratitude 