Today I’m experiencing a weird dichotomy: after all the gray, sunless days, the sun is shining brightly. After several weeks without a working vehicle, I got my car back yesterday. I ought to be high on life right now, floating on air, deliciously grateful. Instead, I’m a wreak. What gives?
I’m thinking that after all that anticipation, reality is still just reality, and today is just a day among days. There must have been some hidden expectation in there, subtly underscoring the idea of “things will be better when…”
It turns out that the gratitude I express is dependent upon my being open and willing to see the good, to feel the wonder, to accept whatever is unchangeable, and to say thanks for Every Little Thing.
I am grateful to be aware of how much power there is in accepting each moment as it appears. I am grateful that I have the Serenity Prayer as a working mantra. I have gratitude for this day, with all it’s opportunities. I give thanks for my home and my homies, for food in the fridge, and for gas in the tank of the car I can once again get around in!
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