I’ve done it before so I’ll try not to get all judgey judgey …. Oh who am I kidding – I love to judge.
I am about done with the Gratitude posts on social media. It is the cynical side of me rearing her head again, but really? My guess is that if you have FB and Instagram and Twitter accounts….AND internet access….. we know you have a roof over your head, warm clothes in your closet and food on your table. Not status worthy – step up your game, peeps. We are the 5% ers, the 1%ers…..surely we can look deeper. Challenge yourself. I’ll go first.
This year I am Thankful for……
Every single challenge and difficulty I have in my life. (yes, including the f-ing brain tumor). Without them I would be stagnant. And boring. And I cannot think of two worse things to be. I have to adjust and adapt, change and flow. I have to problem solve and to strategize. I have to feel (deeply), embrace those feelings and keep on moving. I have to find resilience. I have to acknowledge my strengths and my weaknesses. I have to be smart.
Friends who bring their worries to me. It is humbling to be a confidant for another person. It means I am doing some things ok and some people see me as trustworthy. It means I have emotional gifts to share. It means I can think BEYOND myself for awhile. Others’ worries fill my mind and heart and soul so I can pray and reflect…..and so I can refuse to be selfish.
CNN. Just joking. I hate CNN. Especially Don Lemon. But I am grateful to be able to see uncomfortable images on television that challenge my complacency. I am especially grateful to be able to process events that divide people so I can see more clearly where my own heart lives. I am thankful for diversity of beliefs, ideology and experience.
Children. My children. Your children. Children I serve in Rohr Rockstars. They give me a landing place for my prayers and intentions. They remind me to be engaged.
Cellulite and Zits (working on wrinkles….those are newer). Yep. You heard me. Why? Because they are a part of me. I have lived on this Earth for 43 years and I am have earned them. Why should I be embarrassed? I’m not. If you are embarrassed for me then boy oh boy…. you need a private blog post all for you. Seriously, every flaw in my body is an opportunity to practice self-love and self-compassion. I cut myself a break so I can cut OTHERS a break. Get it?
OK, I’m done. Hitting that yoga mat for Butterball Bootcamp so the gratitude can ooze out of me…oh wait, that’s sweat……