I woke up this morning feeling incredibly grateful.
I didn’t get a full night’s sleep (not even half).
I wasn’t going anywhere special (quote the opposite).
I hadn’t won the lottery or a big prize.
My life is pretty much the same today as it was yesterday and the day before that and the day before that.
And yet I felt happy. And still do as I write this a couple of hours later.
I am grateful for my kids, my husband, my mom, my family and friends, meaningful work, and not so meaningful work, nature, my home and community, technology…pretty much everything.
I did not somehow conjure up this gratitude. Nor have I been practicing gratitude regularly or intentionally.
Today seems like some sort of fluke. Like gratitude found me and graced me with her presence this morning. I wonder, maybe it doesn’t have to be a fluke. Maybe waking up this way is possible everyday.
We can seek more money and more things in our lives. Fill up our houses and storage units with endless piles of stuff. But nothing compares to feeling how I do now – with light, love, non-attachment, wonder, appreciation, kindness, hope and all that is good.
Forget all the stuff, give me more of this.
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