The past few weeks I’ve felt like I’ve had to drag myself around everywhere I go. Like a cartoon figure who unfolds themselves out of bed onto the floor, down the hall, and onto the couch each day. I can’t motivate my teenager to homeschool most days, I can barely motivate myself to get in the shower, it’s just too much.
My metaphorical bucket has been depleted.
But I’m not here to talk about the realities that I’m sure you’re all dealing with; I’m here to talk about what I’m grateful for.
Since last fall, I’ve been falling asleep every night by repeating out loud all the things I’m grateful for that happened that day. This has made me feel like there are more reasons to be happy than I previously thought. It made me realize that a list like this would be useful to some of you.
So I started working on this a while ago, adding things here and there; it’s been a lot of fun thinking of all the things for which I should be thankful.
The good shit that’s been happening…. and there is a lot of it.
Here are some unusually specific things for which I am grateful that I have been adding to my mental bucket over the last five months.
100 Drops of Gratitude
-reading while sitting in a sunspot
-sunspots (especially during the winter)
-finding new flowers on houseplants that haven’t bloomed in a long time
-my daily soul homework
-the smell of a coffee shop
-Pacha dirty hippie soap
-the “new book” section at my local library
-that first sip of coffee in the morning
-knowing that if it hadn’t been for writing, this year would’ve been far more difficult for me.
–SongPop; if you’re a music buff and haven’t discovered it yet, right that wrong.
-Spotify Creativity Boost playlist. In fact, all of Spotify’s curated playlists.
-my five senses
-my house; I’ve never been more grateful for it than this year.
-crossing tasks off my to-do list
-my husband’s sense of humor
-my headache specialist. I will be eternally grateful to him for restoring my life. This should’ve been the first thing on the list.
-for this quote: “Don’t believe everything you think.”
-my dog has this beautiful habit of shifting to sleep inside my legs between four a.m. and when I wake up. He began doing this when my migraines were at their worst last summer. He is truly my comfort animal, and I am grateful for him on a regular basis.
-a good fart; it’s like yoga for the colon.
-a deep cleansing breath; it’s like yoga for the lungs.
-my favorite coffee mug
-my favorite breakfast bowl is a West Elm ramen bowl. It is a perfect shape and size and I love it.
-my favorite blanket
-looking at old pictures on my camera roll
-watching old home movies
–this comment on an article (scroll down to the comment by anonymous dated August 31, 2018, at 2:38 p.m. and read the thread. You won’t regret it)
-discovering Schitt’s Creek last year. It’s turned into a comfort show in a time when I needed it the most.
-a good hard laugh. This will help get you started.
-learning to meditate
– talking to my plants
-finding love notes from my children from years ago in my phone
-finding love notes from myself to myself in my phone
-appreciating winter for the first time
-antidepressants (adding them again because)
-learning to love myself
-the color green
–learning that it’s okay if I don’t want to face my fears (I still need to though)
-my mom and dad’s good health
-our health as well
-horses and the therapy they bring for our sweet Ella (and to us too)
-rainbows (in any form)
-the act of flossing teeth and how therapeutic that is
-how I am finding therapy in the strangest places
-FaceTime with Anna and the mutual love therapy it provides both of us
-morning talks with my husband
-walking in the woods
-trees just being trees
-afternoon phone calls with my mom over coffee
-my little desk nook
-grammar editing apps
–my inability to understand grammar (otherwise, I would not have discovered the preceding)
-Starbucks iced chai lattes
-giving perfection the middle finger
-discovering treasures like this and feeling as if you’re living in a parallel universe
-then doubting your bird’s existence
-then doubting your own existence
–a cardinal’s bird call. Or, for that matter, any bird call.
-rabbit holes (not literal ones, figurative ones)
-intently reading something and exclaiming YES! out loud to no one.
-discovering a TikTok on my feed from Ella talking about me saying, “she didn’t think she looked good but I think she looks beautiful.”
-singing at the top of my lungs in the car
-book suggestions from friends
-discovering that a “menopause specialist,” is a “thing”
-realizing that there are some days in the week I don’t watch any television because I’ve been writing and listening to music instead.
-hearing laughter coming from down the hall
-seeing friends and family in my feeds receiving the vaccine
-that I finally conquered the dreaded Block Editor
-that I am motivated to edit my book again, thanks to the aforementioned Book Blueprint
-For finding this article about menopause
-slowly returning to normalcy, only to discover that nothing will ever be normal again. Then realizing there is no such thing as normalcy. That our lives are constantly shifting and changing, and that perhaps we needed this wake-up call.
-for my soul family
-for my actual family
-for cartoons like this
-for pulling away from social media this year
-for cultivating relationships during the pandemic. I hear so much talk about how divided people have become, yet there have been relationships that have grown stronger for me. I am extremely grateful for those.
-for all of you
I’d say my bucket is overflowing. I am passing it along in the hopes that it will help you fill your bucket. I hope you will pass it on and continued the chain.