Gratitude Shmatitude

Today is one of those rare days when I have to start the morning with a gratitude list. Usually I save this spiritual tool for the evening after a full day, or when I’m really depressed and wallowing in self-pity. Rarely do I feel that way when I first wake up (save being irritated that I can’t sleep in for just one more hour).

This morning, I’m in a serious funk. So here’s my gratitude list, made public for all to see.

I’m grateful that I rarely have mornings when I’m in a funk. That used to be every morning.

I’m grateful for this morning’s funk because it gives me an opportunity to start my day with gratitude.

I’m grateful for my friend Darren for reminding me that “I’m here.” I know he’s there for me, and I know there are a lot of other people who are also there for me.

I’m grateful that my parents are taking me and the kids on a wonderful vacation in less than two weeks.

I’m grateful for the young man who is going to house-sit while we are gone. It is very assuring to know someone will be with my dog. And it is wonderful to see how he’s grown from the shy little 9th grader I taught at church to the confident and responsible man he is becoming. His mom and dad should be very proud of him.

I’m grateful that I have a savings account; I know that is something few people have, and as tempting as it is to spend that on a more fuel efficient vehicle or on a much needed back porch, I know that the best thing I can do is forget it exists until I really need it.

I’m grateful for the woman who taught me about gratitude lists, and for the unhealthy relationships and choices that led to my meeting her.

I’m grateful that I have to live only one day at a time.


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