on gratitude and joy - but not about cleaning.
I’ve been stuck on this quote this week:
It’s hard to be grateful when things aren’t great. The part about things not being great happens here from time to time. Given that, I am well-aware the lens through which I see my day greatly impacts my ability to function and impacts my relationships with others.
Maybe it’s kind of like when you were a kid and you called your brother Stupid - and as you sat on the stairs for an extended period of time before such things were officially called time outs, you had to think of three positive attributes of your brother to dull the sting of Stupid.
Being grateful, even when things aren’t great, is an attempt to retrain the brain, adjust the lens - and dull the sting.
Things don’t go as planned often. And some things are just out of our control. Truth.
So.. we are either stuck in this journey, or we can swerve around (or climb out of) the ruts in the road, trusting that there is joy ahead. And while we go, we look for glimpses of that joy… trying to give thanks in all circumstances. In response, I’ve been trying to acknowledge my thanks, whether listing three things on paper or just saying it out loud. Yesterday, it was for our dog Luna who ate six of our breakfast muffins off the kitchen counter - bringing a much-needed laugh to our family. Today, it was for last night’s respite worker who thought to lay out the school clothes for the girls - giving me one less task to do early this morning.