There’s so much to be grateful for.
I’m grateful that my Auntie “D” comes up to Colorado every year for Thanksgiving and cooks an amazing, yummy, organic feast for us all to share.
I’m grateful that there is a plane ticket already purchased for my brother to visit next month.
I’m grateful that my kids are healthy, happy, self sufficient and crazy smart.
I’m grateful for my friends.
For all the curve balls my life has thrown me it is equally counter balanced by the most fantastic, loyal, loving friends. The love is obvious, big, bold. I’m enveloped by their perpetual kindness.
I’m grateful for my mother’s constant love, her help at work (accounting is not my thang), and having a daily walking partner. I love that we always have a smile, positive things to say, and that we motivate one another on all the levels of our lives.
I’m grateful for my sweet Sunshine who can hardly contain her excitement for all things.
I aspire to her state of being.
I’m grateful for my chickens.
Yes my chickens.
Their meditative behaviors feed my soul as I watch them peck and scratch, and their beautiful Buddhist Orange egg yolks to feed my body.
I’m grateful for all the new energy at work.
It’s about to be turquoise and red!
I’m grateful when I stay in a place of joy despite my external circumstances.
I’m grateful every time I remember what is truly important
I’m grateful for my good health.
I’m grateful that while there are many more things that I could write about I’m allowing myself to publish this without it being 100%. For most of my life I’ve let things drop that I couldn’t do to perfection. “I’m a 90% girl” I once told my friend “J”, who replied that he told his employees he’d “rather have “B” work turned in on time than “A” work not turned in at all. It’s taken about 8 years for that to fully sink in and for me to allow “B” work in my life. It’s a lot better than the disappointment I feel from working hard on things yet not feeling any sense of accomplishment, since I never allowed anything to come to fruition, because it wasn’t “A” work.
I just sent a half-assed birthday card to a friend…… but at least I sent it. Pretty sure I bought that card for her 6 years ago!
Suddenly things are getting done. Not perfectly, but close ~ and it’s done, and I feel some sense of accomplishment.
I’m grateful for it all.