One of the things that I took note of. on this twenty-fifth day of thirty days of gratitude, is that instead of trying to recount the people and things that I was grateful at the end of the day, I now notice them throughout the day. There is an inner dialogue among my heart, mind, and baby soul that gives thanks for things big (the health and well-being of my daughters) and small (a hot shower to start my day), and I find myself looking for the positive in challenging situations. This is foreign territory for a pessimistic optimist/optimistic pessimist, but I could definitely get used to this. These are three of the things that made me stop and give thanks today:
- Peaceful resolution. My day began with a tense situation outside of the day shelter for homeless men where I work that left me feeling rattled. Contrary to popular belief, I feel the safest physically and emotionally when I am among the gentlemen at work, but this incident briefly robbed me of that sense of security. The gratitude that emerged was for the peaceful resolution to a situation that very well could have escalated and ended badly for all of the parties involved. All’s well that ends well.
- Physical and emotional security. I am grateful for the two former guests at the day shelter who escorted me safely to the front door of the day shelter and to one of my co-workers who shepherded me to my car after work, in response to the incident this morning. I jokingly pride myself on being a bad ass, but safety comes first, even for a bad ass. In addition to this physical security, I am every bit as grateful for the emotional security I felt when I told a trusted friend what had transpired and the feelings of vulnerability that it triggered. Exposing my vulnerability definitely can leave me feeling even more vulnerable, but in this case with this person, it left me feeling safe and secure once more.
- The sound of my daughters’ voices. For the first time since they left with their father on a week long trip a few days ago, they called me tonight. I was happy and thankful to hear their sweet voices regaling me with tales of the fun they are having with their father and some members of his family. The sound of their laugher was also music to my ears.
As I sit in one of my favorite writing spots curled up in a fluffy blanket, I am grateful for a quiet ending to this Tuesday and hope your day ends on a positive note, too.
Just one thing each day . . .