The grizzly bear awakes, feeling a tad less sleepy but still rather grumpy. I'm not sure what's going on. Usually a nap, or two, or three, can revitalize my good humor. Truth be told I'm most likely just feeling sorry for myself, tired of trying to change what obviously cannot be changed. Whine. Whine. Whine. It was better, I'm sure that I secluded myself.
Yesterday in the periods of wakefulness between snoozes, I lay in bed counting my blessings. It helped I think. I'm thankful for, I said to no one but me:
- the house I'm in (the one which is currently being pressure washed and turning yellow/white polka dotted)
- the bedroom in the house I'm in
- the bed in the bedroom in the house I'm in
- the sheets on the bed in the bedroom in the house I'm in
- the pillow on the bed I'm in the bedroom in the house I'm in
- the quilt over the sheets on the bed in the bedroom in the house I'm in
- the black cat sleeping with me on the bed in the bedroom in the house I'm in
- ..... and so on.
Excuse me, but we were talking about America, not a third-world country. No heat? No electricity? No clean water? My selfish, pea-sized, whiny heart cracked open. Today I will add to my list. I am thankful for:
- The polka-dot house I live in
- The electricity in the house I live in
- The water in the house I live in
- The central H/A in the house I live in
- The washer/dryer/dishwasher, bathtub, and sprinkler system at the house I live in
Mr. Esparza also told me just what needed to hear, "even with everything you hear on the news, people are good." I was glad for the reminder of one of my own beliefs.
Gratitude, I'm learning, is not just about knowing what I have. It's also about being aware of what other's don't have. The awareness increases my gratitude and makes me more generous to others.
Wishing for you eyes to see all the blessings in your midst and a heart that's open to the plight of others,