2. My little cousin Maggie’s dramatic reading of The Cat in the Hat. "I know it is wet and the sun is not sunny. But we can have lots of good fun that is funny!" (Really, though, who leaves their children at home with a fish for a babysitter?)
1) Cracking someone up 2) Full moon through thin clouds over the holler 3) Small persons exploding with joy over running around shouting "potato" at each other
Thursday, I expected to be grateful but wasn't. I took the day off (which you'd think would make me happy), it was 57 degrees out (ditto), and I had yoga class in the evening (always restorative).
But I had taken the day off to clean my disaster-area apartment(blah), and it was grey and gritty out when I took a mid-afternoon photography break (blah). I could find the happiness or the appreciation in me.
It wasn't until Friday that the gratitude hit. I went back at work and found my equanimity restored. A full day focused on doing one thing at a time (even if it was cleaning)--away from the continuous stream of emails on many topics, the ongoing in-person demands, helped bring me back into balance.
For a long time I didn't know what this blog was supposed to be. Somewhere along the line it became what it is—sharing the little things that are making me happy. I hope those things make you happy. (And maybe it's time for a new photograph.)
3 comments:
1. BrenĂ© Brown’s TED talk on the power of vulnerability. Sally sent it to me about six weeks ago, and I finally got around to watching it today.
2. My little cousin Maggie’s dramatic reading of The Cat in the Hat. "I know it is wet and the sun is not sunny. But we can have lots of good fun that is funny!" (Really, though, who leaves their children at home with a fish for a babysitter?)
3. Homemade pumpkin bread, yum!
--cs10
1) Cracking someone up
2) Full moon through thin clouds over the holler
3) Small persons exploding with joy over running around shouting "potato" at each other
Thursday, I expected to be grateful but wasn't. I took the day off (which you'd think would make me happy), it was 57 degrees out (ditto), and I had yoga class in the evening (always restorative).
But I had taken the day off to clean my disaster-area apartment(blah), and it was grey and gritty out when I took a mid-afternoon photography break (blah). I could find the happiness or the appreciation in me.
It wasn't until Friday that the gratitude hit. I went back at work and found my equanimity restored. A full day focused on doing one thing at a time (even if it was cleaning)--away from the continuous stream of emails on many topics, the ongoing in-person demands, helped bring me back into balance.
And gratitude.
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