I wasn’t really sure what I was going to write about today. I woke up this morning with writer’s block. I decided to just start my gratitude recitation and go about my morning routine hoping something would inspire me to write about it.
I made my coffee and took it outside to enjoy. It was an incredibly beautiful morning. The sky was completely blue which was a miracle in and of itself because I live in Pittsburgh. We get sun, but rarely crystal, blue skies. The air was crisp – no humidity. I felt like I was in Napa Valley (I visited Napa for the first time last year and fell in love with it.) I sat quietly and enjoyed my coffee feeling very grateful for my moment in nature.
My sister called me while I was sitting on my deck. We had a nice talk. We always have a nice talk. We text or talk with each other almost everyday. I always look forward to the time I spend with my sister. By the time my sister and I were done talking it was almost time to start work but I still didn’t have any idea of what I wanted to write about.
I walked back inside my house and decided to walk around the first floor and look at all the objects in the rooms and give thanks for them. It dawned on me that as I was walking around, I realized I have a lot for which to be grateful. I was able to count well over 100 items on my first floor for which I was grateful.
I still had a little time left before I had to head upstairs to my office. Yes, I work from home, another reason to be truly grateful. I sat down and opened my iPad and started reading random WordPress blogs. I came across two blogs that gave me the idea for today’s subject. The first blog was about a man traveling Paris without a place to stay. He is essentially homeless and blogs about his experience backpacking as a homeless person. The other blog was a photoblog. The feature story was about a young woman who at the age of 6 was in an automobile accident and became a parapalegic. The photographer has been following this young woman’s story into young adulthood. The young women wrote a poem about her life before and after her accident. I was speechless by the ending of her poem. The last few lines read:
a diferent person…
a better person…
I am me”
Wow, that blew me away! How could I not be grateful for what I have? I could focus on what I’m lacking or focus on what I have. I choose to focus on what I have because no matter how much I have or don’t have, there will always be someone with more and someone with less. So, focus on what you have vs what you’re lacking.