Ironically the last time I wrote a Small Things post, it was the day of a large thunderstorm. Here I am again, inspired by the coziness that rain brings to a small home. The windows are open. There's a cool fresh breeze blowing straight through the house. Everything outside looks clean and green.
Talking about things I'm grateful for is possibly one of the best things I can do for myself. My natural temperament is one of discontent. I was ragged on growing up for always being negative, critical, and somewhat of a debbie downer. In high school and college years, that trait became known as bitchy or sarcastic, and luckily for me... a little bit cooler. It was my persona, if you will. My senior year of university, something in me changed. I had to be hopeful for the future. I couldn't afford not to be hopeful, otherwise I wouldn't have anything to hold on to going forward. I was so full of mixed emotions nearing the end of my final term, and all of that started to brim over. I began to count my blessings. The first one I counted after graduation was being invited on an amazingly fun road trip to California, where I met the mister.
Feeling blessed doesn't come naturally for me. I struggle with nasty things like envy and selfishness. I look at other people's lives and wonder why I didn't have it so easy. There are a lot of things I want. Things that I don't have, can't have, possibly never will have. I have to remind myself constantly that I have much that others do not have, and never will. By the world's standards, my life has been easy peasy. I have to work at recognizing blessings. I'm learning.
Some days, feeling blessed comes more easily that others. Endorphins help. Cheery people help. Good food helps. Chocolate helps. :) Today was one of those days. I did nothing out of the ordinary. I trained. I ran errands. I came home to a happy dog and a husband working from our living room, rather than his office. And I did some laundry. But I was perfectly content: getting to wear my wellies and gather our two eggs for the day from the hens, sitting on the porch swing and chatting with my mom, eating a juicy peach, folding all that laundry.
Feel blessed, my friends. I do.