Every day I start my day making a list of 10 things for which I am grateful (well, truth be told, the first thing I have to be grateful for is that I often start my day cuddling with a sleepy 10 year old girl and prodding her gently to get on with her day).
I do this because it makes me have a better day. It shifts the focus of my attention away from what I don’t have, to what I have (which is plenty!). Even though I have a conscious relationship with God, I am not grateful to God. God doesn’t need my gratitude. The universe is providing what it’s providing, whether I’m grateful or not.
No, the gratitude is for me. The gratitude is, cliche and rhyming but nonetheless true, an attitude. I need the gratitude.
I do this especially when I’m at my worst. I try to make every single thing on the list unique. In other words, I am not grateful for my husband and children and mother every day (even though I am).
Today I am grateful for the way N. head-butted me and grunted at 9:45pm last night when I told him it was time for lights out. I am grateful for Emily’s 4th freckle below her right eye.
I am grateful that even though I missed the Capitol Public Radio report last week, I (and you) can hear Bill talking about reducing diesel emissions it by clicking here (or above).