I have read in many places that learning to be thankful for the blessings around us is important. As I have not been 100% in the health department(had a nagging cold, turned bronchitis, turned back to cold for last month when BAM! Hammered me with Strep on Saturday-- which levels me to bed with nausea, fever, chills and severe joint pain) I thought about how lucky I was to only be really ill for one or maybe two days. Yes, I was sick enough that taking a bath exhausted me and I could barely answer my children, but this was one day. How must it have been for my Mum when she was going through chemo or radiation? For those who suffer fibromyalgia or chronic pain? Man, am I ever blessed.
We think so little of our blessings until we have them stripped from us. Funny how that works eh? We appreciate too little, until it is gone. Why must we humans push everything to the brink before we are grateful?
I think perhaps in all the complications of my personal muddle that I find myself in as of late, I will take a moment to do the whole "gratefullness journal" thing. I scoffed when I heard about it before, but I think perhaps it has much more merit than I had initially accorded it. An additional component of my choice to be be positive, is to support that by thinking of that which I have, not that which I do not have. Hmmm.
