I may be one of the luckiest people I know.
I have an incredible husband: he cooks, he shops for groceries, he schleps our kids everywhere, he is funny, smart, extremely literate, kind, considerate, he indulges my rages with admirable patience, and he never ever demands anything of me that he knows I simply can't give.
I have three amazing kids: they are healthy, smart, kind, socially successful, resilent, considerate (like their dad, I might add!), funny, they make dinnertime a real party and for the most part they are happy.
I am friends with some of the best people you'd want to know: they go out of their way to help me out, have fun with me, take care of my kids, take care of me, provide me with regular allotments of good red wine, make me laugh, they are tremendously kind and considerate and when we get together we always have a good time
I am healthy, I am happy, I have great interests that keep me happily occupied and for the most part I feel complete. I need to take stock of my life like this more often ... gratitude is a nice thing to indulge in.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
This is lovely. Sometimes I think it's in our nature to just focus on the negatives. When you write it all out like that, you can't help but smile. Thanks for sharing this.
Hedy -
I love you ... I wish you were *local* so we could enjoy a margarita or three!
It's all very well, Molly G, but don't you find that you start determinedly counting your blessings only when you're feeling damned discontent with your life.....I hate feeling I should be grateful to anyone, even myself. Mind you, you're right, of course.
OM -
I operate from a simple diet of "gratitude" ... insert proper noun and locate proper prospective ... that's my silly little optimistic mantra!
Post a Comment