“If the only prayer you said was thank you, that would be enough.”
I woke up this morning to snow flurries dusting my hometown, Scranton, Pennsylvania, feeling grateful. Feeling grateful for feeling grateful. Gratitude is not my natural state.
I am a naturally glass-half-empty person. In every situation, my eyes and my mind default to criticism, latching on to judgment of what I consider to be wrong. I’m especially brutal when assessing myself. It has taken me decades to realize this strategy does not work.
Simple steps are leading me to a new practice of being grateful for what is, without judgment. I live surrounded by lovely, loving people. I live with the cutest dog in the world. I’m healthy. I have a roof over my head and plenty of food in my kitchen. I am blessed.
Even as I write this, my mind wants to complain, yes, all that’s true, but… I want to point out all the things that are “wrong” with my life. Today, the day after Thanksgiving, I’m resisting that urge. I know that whatever I focus on grows. Continuing to focus on my gratitude will always increase reasons to feel grateful.