Giving thanks is such an easy thing to do. No matter how lousy a day I might have, there is always something worthy of gratitude.
I know without a doubt that all my troubles are first-world troubles. That in and of itself is gratitude worthy. So, someone is demanding my time, and I have a little too needy client, or my alarm doesn’t go off, or I have to work a long day, waaaaa, poor me. I have a job. I have people that choose to be in my life. I have an alarm clock and somewhere to be on time. When I think of how many people would love to have my troubles, I am humbled.
I am blessed, and I know it. I’ve worked hard to get here. I feel like I proved myself repeatedly to get to where I am in my life. I know even one thing could have been different along the way, and my life may not have ended up this way.
I defy the idea that I deserved this, or I am simply “lucky”. I have been blessed to have met some fantastic people who have helped me on my path, people who picked me up when I fell and lifted my spirits when I was feeling lost.
Today, a childhood friend wrote this to me “Robin, ever since I met you, you’ve been such an inspiration. Your loving heart pours out through your eyes, your smile, and your words. YOU, MY DEAR, ARE A BEAUTIFUL SOUL!” It made me cry because this is how I see her. It was a reminder I needed because I did not see that woman in the mirror this morning.
I know that I am blessed beyond measure. I have been gifted with the most wonderful people in my life. I have beautiful, loving children, family, and friends that feel like family.
When I start each morning with my gratitude list, and I feel a little grumpy, I know I never have to search very far for a reason to give thanks.