Gratitude

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We didn’t have class again last night, and it was again due to the frigid weather. So in lieu of an amusing post about our attempts at cross-cultural conversation, I have put together a list of reasons I am grateful, despite the aforementioned weather. My list is not exhaustive and is in no particular order.

1. Brilliant sunshine pours through my windows this morning, making the snow and icicles sparkle like diamonds.
2. I got all my shopping done at Marc’s today in less than one hour.
3. My car started with no trouble today, and I was able to drive my husband to his job so that he wouldn’t have to walk very far in the ridiculous cold.
4. I have an electric blanket to keep me toasty while I read or watch television, without having to crank the heat up too high.
5. I have heat in my home that can be cranked up high, if desired.
6. I got to spend all of Tuesday afternoon with my mom.
7. I have a pretty easy job with a great boss who cares about my well-being and treats all of his employees with kindness and respect.
8. A freelance prospect contacted me today and said that a little work will be coming my way soon.
9. I have this entire day to live as I wish, to do or not do whatever comes to my mind.
10. Odin is my healthy, happy, spry feline companion on this sunny day.

While winter continues to hold us in an icy grip, I am biding my time until spring by practicing active gratitute for all the wonderful aspects of my life. I may not be able to go out for a walk today, but I can see and hear and think and walk up and down the stairs in my house and imagine and read and sing and laugh. So I will do all of those things and appreciate the bounty of my life in a free, peaceful country, with a loving spouse and family, while I look forward to our class meeting next week.

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