I am thankful for a lot of things.
Because I could choose to have little gratitude for difficult/annoying/frustrating/bothersome things in life, I will instead let my life be marked by the silver linings. More and more these days, when I look for them, I find there are actually too many to keep track of. How is it that I so easily miss them every other time in life?
First, there's Cliff. The man who has, in the last forty-eight hours, cleaned the apartment spotless, massaged my aching and incredibly tense shoulders, sent encouraging e-mails to me while I worked on a Sunday, taken me out to dinner, prayed for me, let me spend all of our tax-return and more on new gear, sorted through hundreds of photography books in Barnes & Noble to help me find the right ones, and held me. Oh, and it goes without saying, loved me.
And then there's the people that have cared for me so well. I want to name each of you, but I think it's more special that I don't. You have brought me to tears with your thoughtfulness, soothed my soul with your hugs, and reminded me of so much good. You have given me reason to laugh about the silliest (and grossest) things in life, let me talk about everything and nothing at all, and reminded me that everything happens for a reason. Also, you have been yourselves and have caused me celebrate you and your accomplishments and to pray for you and for your lives, lifting my eyes from my own self.
As strange as it is, I am also thankful for the snow that fell this weekend, seemingly late in the season (and still remains in patches on my car and on the ground outside). This sudden sweep of cold after a string of tantalizing warm pockets has been strangely sobering. Or maybe sobering isn't the right word. It's been, in a way, comforting. Winter is so often seen as dark, cold, and a season of - to put it plainly - death. Right when the warmth came, I thought I was ready to get past all of this stuff in my life that I'd been struggling so heavily with. A new season and I could just put it all behind me. But I wasn't ready, and this snow served to remind me that the beauty that comes from pain and from death is that much sweeter when you let yourself feel it instead of burying it deep within.
Anyways...
I can't believe it's March already. I want time to slow down a little bit. But I guess if that's the price we pay for living fully, maybe it's worth forking over. Do you think so?
Because I could choose to have little gratitude for difficult/annoying/frustrating/bothersome things in life, I will instead let my life be marked by the silver linings. More and more these days, when I look for them, I find there are actually too many to keep track of. How is it that I so easily miss them every other time in life?
First, there's Cliff. The man who has, in the last forty-eight hours, cleaned the apartment spotless, massaged my aching and incredibly tense shoulders, sent encouraging e-mails to me while I worked on a Sunday, taken me out to dinner, prayed for me, let me spend all of our tax-return and more on new gear, sorted through hundreds of photography books in Barnes & Noble to help me find the right ones, and held me. Oh, and it goes without saying, loved me.
And then there's the people that have cared for me so well. I want to name each of you, but I think it's more special that I don't. You have brought me to tears with your thoughtfulness, soothed my soul with your hugs, and reminded me of so much good. You have given me reason to laugh about the silliest (and grossest) things in life, let me talk about everything and nothing at all, and reminded me that everything happens for a reason. Also, you have been yourselves and have caused me celebrate you and your accomplishments and to pray for you and for your lives, lifting my eyes from my own self.
As strange as it is, I am also thankful for the snow that fell this weekend, seemingly late in the season (and still remains in patches on my car and on the ground outside). This sudden sweep of cold after a string of tantalizing warm pockets has been strangely sobering. Or maybe sobering isn't the right word. It's been, in a way, comforting. Winter is so often seen as dark, cold, and a season of - to put it plainly - death. Right when the warmth came, I thought I was ready to get past all of this stuff in my life that I'd been struggling so heavily with. A new season and I could just put it all behind me. But I wasn't ready, and this snow served to remind me that the beauty that comes from pain and from death is that much sweeter when you let yourself feel it instead of burying it deep within.
Anyways...
I can't believe it's March already. I want time to slow down a little bit. But I guess if that's the price we pay for living fully, maybe it's worth forking over. Do you think so?
2 comments:
Wow. Thanks for sharing that. I hope you feel engergized and anew! I'm glad you are finding joy in the simple things.
Thanks for writing. Lots of sweet things you shared but by far the sweetest was Cliff praying for you.
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