Remembering to be Thankful

We often get caught up in a cycle of thinking of what we don’t have, what we wish we had, what we used to have, what we could have had, what we think we should have… and it is easy to lose sight of the greatness all around us. So often we forget about how good we actually have it.

Earlier today I was sitting at my desk at work, feeling frustrated and annoyed. I began thinking about all the things I dislike about my job. E-mails kept filling my inbox. I had missed calls and voicemails on my phone. I had to answer a lot of questions. Every little thing was about to set me off.

When I arrived home I sighed, looking at all the dirty dishes in the sink, all the kids’ toys on the floor, all the laundry in piles waiting to be washed. What a pain to constantly be cleaning up something, all the time.

After the kids went to bed I sat here on the sofa, willing myself to get up and do something productive. I could fold towels, empty the dishwasher, call my sister, take the trash and recycling out to the curb for tomorrow’s pickup. Why do I always have to do this @&$*?#@!, I thought to myself.

Then I realized how awful that question was and how incredibly good I have it.

Sure, my job may be frustrating at times, but I have a job. It helps pay the bills. It is not difficult manual labor. I have a desk job and do not have to be on my feet all day like when I worked as a cook, a waitress, a dishwasher, or a laundry attendant in my youth.

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The dirty dishes in the sink mean that we are lucky enough to have food and do not go hungry, when so many go without.

The toys on the floor are proof that my children are allowed to be carefree, to play, and to have fun, when there are so many children in this world that have little to nothing or have to work to survive.

The laundry reminds me that I have clothes on my back and a way to keep warm.

I must remember.

There is always something to be thankful for.

I am not a religious person: even though I was raised with religion I am not quite sure what I believe. But, I do believe in being grateful. I believe in giving thanks for the blessings I have. I sometimes lay in bed at night thinking of my blessings and sending my gratefulness and appreciation out into the universe. Whether it makes it’s way to God, goes nowhere, or just spreads it’s way around, I don’t know, but I will continue to do it. I am blessed and I am thankful.


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