Gratitude. It was top of my list for Christmas this year. To feel more grateful for the life I have, to not need more, to feel settled and ultimately at peace. So while I sit in my quiet house, the chaos of the day having quieted down, the gifts I have asked for have arrived.
The past two months I have had several close friends suffer serious health problems. All of them went from lives busy with work, kids activities, holiday plans…. then everything in their lives suddenly came to a grinding halt. When your health fails, that’s all that’s on the plate. So, I am grateful for my health; so far my life continues as is, and I wish to not take that for granted.
Working in the inner city once more this week reminded me of how grateful I am for my parents. I am fortunate that they had no drug or alcohol addiction, no mental health issues or extreme poverty. They managed to make things work and keep our family functional and enriched. It allowed me to develop and grow and have a “normal” childhood, unlike so many in our city.
I am grateful for my education. My parents somehow instilled in us the importance of furthering our education. It was not an option for us to learn, our only choice was what to learn about. It continues to lead me in my career and to passing on that value to my own children.
Lastly, my gratitude falls to those who are closest to me. There are people in my life who know the good in me and also the not so good in me….yet still choose to love me. They are the ones who make life beautiful. You know who you are.