By: Gentle Gardener Oracle
I spent most of the day assembling a new office chair. I’m grateful it is functional. If Trump really wanted to protect us from China, he would ban the sales of assembly-required injection mold furniture — ruining weekends and destroying relationships for decades. I’m grateful for solar lighting. And I’m grateful that supermarkets have grab and go cold cuts and hot chickens. The end.
Some days are quiet, and I’m grateful for those. Sometimes it is necessary to make that leap of faith…the big jump into the abyss. I’m grateful for my spiritual guides. And, I’m grateful fried chicken is everywhere.
Today was a hot, steamy day … more East Coast than West. It reminded me of vacations at The Shore, and dinners of cold chicken sandwiches, stuffed with thick slices of home-grown tomatoes, and speared with lots of mayonnaise. I’m grateful for the simpler times. Finally, I’m grateful for shipping updates, even though they just remind you the initial ETA was total BS.
I’m grateful to whomever invented Chicken Cordon Bleu. Any one of the ingredients is delicious; all three is really an embarrassment of riches. I’m grateful for the garbage guys. How lucky are we to live in a place where we put our trash out front, and the next days it’s gone! And, I’m grateful I don’t let my insecurities undermine my judgement. Of course, I’d be more grateful if I didn’t have any insecurities, but insecurities make you human, bad judgement makes you an idiot.
I’m grateful to learn that that I’m apparently still hot enough to inspire haters. Who knew that I’d be putting the “ass” in assisted living? I’m grateful for direct deposit and on-line bill pay. And, I’m grateful that my boss…whom I’ve never actually met IRL…actually seems to get me.
I’m grateful that I was able to get my hair cut today even though I arrived late. I’m grateful that I stopped following foodies on Instagram; they just make me want to eat more, and I’m grateful that I live in a place where fresh veggies and fruit is easy to find and cheap.
I’m grateful for chocolate. It’s one of life’s great pleasures. I’m grateful that I live in a place where leaving my house or car unlocked isn’t a problem. That was not always the case. And I’m grateful that despite the rocks, bruises, and exhaustion, I took the road less traveled. It has made all the difference.
I’m grateful that I now prefer liquor to wine. It’s cheaper, has less sugar, and works more quickly. I’m grateful to the many people who hate my guts; life defines us not by who we are but more often by who we are not, and, especially today, I’m grateful for the vegan option.
I’m grateful I haven’t given up hope that someday, somewhere, someone will say to me, “You’re perfect just the way you are…” I’m grateful I am surrounded by beautiful plants, art, and sculpture, and I’m grateful yoga helps me to forget about whomever everyone needs me to be.
Sunday night is one of my favorite nights of the week. Chores done. The final load of laundry tumbles quietly in the dryer. Chicken dinner cut up for Monday lunch. The dawn of a new week; I’m grateful for peace, contentment, and another chance to get it right.
365 Days of Simple Gratitude 