By: Gentle Gardener Oracle
I’m grateful for people who work in construction. Digging holes, carrying rocks, and mixing concrete is really hard work, and I’m grateful that I don’t have to do work like that for a living. I’m also grateful that I’m strong enough to easily put a 60-pound bag of mortar into my truck. If I weren’t, I’d probably still be at Home Depot.
This is a short week. End of the quarter. The energy is odd. Mercury is in retrograde. Many people are sick. Even more are unemployed. It’s hard to be optimistic when problems are so big, and you are so little. I suppose I’m grateful that I’ve come to accept that it’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when, I get Covid. I’m grateful that I’m healthy, and that I have medical insurance (for now). I’m grateful the library has reopened. And, I’m grateful for backyard fruit.
Today, I was reminded – again – that I’m a big glass of Scotch in a Vodka world. I’m grateful that I realize Scotch is an acquired taste. And, even though there are times that I wished I were more accessible or more universally desirable, I still never met a woman I wanted to be, and I’m very grateful that I’m not like anyone else.
I’m grateful that my dog will happily go anywhere with me, day or night, no questions asked. I’m grateful that I know The Cloud, Web 2.0 and The Digital Transformation all live in the same shitty neighborhood. And I’m grateful for my worm bin. It’s allowed me to reduce my carbon footprint just enough to justify buying prepackaged fruit.
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.”
365 Days of Simple Gratitude 