An attitude of gratitude…isn’t that a great line?
I can hardly believe I came up with it on my own. I must’ve heard it somewhere.
Gratitude is not easy for me.
It’s not that I don’t have lots to be thankful for; I do! It’s just easier to look at the negative, to notice what I’m lacking rather than what I have. It feels like one of those ingrained traits, that has always been a part of my personality. Gratitude seems simpering, somehow…as if it comes from a place of weakness. Was I forced, perhaps, to say “Thank you” too often as a child? I don’t remember that. I do have memories of being told, “you should just be grateful…” but I think those suggestions were the result of my voiced dissatisfaction. I seem to have been a complainer all of my life!
It’s also one of those things I’ve been working on for most of my life.
I make lists; I try to keep a gratitude journal; I make a point of saying “thanks.”
There have been times, though, when it has been no work at all…when I looked around at my babies, my family, my surroundings, and felt like I could burst with the appreciation and thankfulness I was feeling.
This morning, in my warm house, with one dog sleeping in front of the stove, the other comfortable on the couch, Parker house rolls baking to accompany the dinner I’ll share with family later, with knowledge that my daughters are happy, that I have people that appreciate me, and family that I love dearly, with hot coffee beside me, sunshine and blue sky all around, and the ability to send my words out into the world…I am sincerely grateful.