Category : Musings
I’m willing to bet that you’ve seen them. Those posts where people are trying to post about being thankful for at least one thing, every day, for the entire month of November? it isn’t so much the being thankful for thirty things that’s the issue. The being thankful part is easy. But I have to give props to people who can remember to post one every day for a month.
I suck at that.
This does not mean that I’m not grateful, or that I have forgotten how blessed I am. When you have a wonderful husband, six healthy grandchildren, great friends, and come from a family that remains supportive no matter how wildly unlikely your dreams may be, thankful should be the default setting on your brain.
And mine is set there most of the time. This is not to say that I don’t do my share of griping. But when I do, the thought occurs to me about mid-gripe, that I really have very little to complain about, and a mountain of wonder and joy to be thankful for.
The issue isn’t the thankfulness. The issue is remembering to post. I do it with other stuff too. You know those posts where you go to the seventh line of the seventh page in the book you’re reading/writing and post seven lines? And you’re supposed to do this every day for seven days? Yeah, I’ve been tagged in those.
It never ends well.
But here’s the thing. I know I’m not a great rememberer, so I’ve taken steps to remedy the situation. I make lists, put reminders on my phone, set alarms and keep a calendar. So I’ve gotten better. But I’m still not a stellar rememberer. Most of the time, I’m too submerged in whatever is going on in the RIGHT NOW to address all the fine details of the Not Yet and the Already Happened.
It could be worse. Getting stuck in the past or worrying about the future all the time would definitely be worse.
One of the best things that life has taught me is to notice, in the moment, all that I have to be thankful for. I try to take note when my husband does something sweet. To enjoy my grandson’s laughter for a breath longer. To watch that silly squirrel for a minute more, so that I can laugh a little longer. Because I am thankful. For all of it.