Anti-Gratitude

 Today is one of those days when my meat suit is not happy. It aches all over, it’s bones and joints creaky and sore, it’s muscles screaming, and the skin holding it all together is on fire. What a mess. Where’s the gratitude in that?

I am deeply grateful that unlike many others, I don’t experience pain 24/7. It’s hard to imagine enduring that. Those little windows letting in the warmth of the healing sun feel like freedom. Pain killers take their time, then quietly do their jobs. I listen to my body telling me to take it easy, or to get up and move. 

I’m grateful for the visceral reminder that ‘this too shall pass’. Nothing is permanent. Joy is found in moments, and those moments are golden. The moments become longer stretches, where I’m not thinking about pain; sometimes it just fades into a white noise. I’m grateful for that. I can handle that.

I don’t have to be grateful for pain, but I am grateful for the fullness of time where both pain and joy live in peace. It’s not ‘anti-gratitude’; it’s the wholeness of gratitude.

🙏💚🙏