We were granted a nice reprieve from long, hot sunny days with one of the cooler, rainy variety. We watched movies inside under blankets. I took a nap with the window open, listening to the sound of rainfall. Abby and I began our summer novel, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I went for a run in the pouring rain, cleansing myself literally and figuratively (we all have stuff to work out once in awhile, don't we?). It was a nice lull after a rather busy few days of summer break.
I've been enjoying the garden, and have started a little ritual each morning when I go out before getting the kids. I water the plants, check their progress and usually do a quick sun salutation or two to wake my stiff muscles and joints. If but nothing else, when I start my day this way, with a moment to myself, I start my day from a place of gratitude.
I am learning gratitude is one of life's secret tools 100% guaranteed to ensure a modicum of happiness. Look around you, feel grateful, and then you begin to get rid of shame, guilt, cynicism and the general blahs to which we are all susceptible. I am trying this thing where I aim not to complain, and it's really helping. Complaining is nagging and whining without construct, and they don't do me any good. I never feel better after complaining about something, usually worse. So, I'm working on it. That, and being grateful. Sometimes that means stopping in the middle of making all the sandwiches, pausing amongst the cacophony of kid noises (crying and whining and yelling) to be grateful for something. Anything. It helps.
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Right now, I am thankful for having already gone for a run, because it means I can now sit and chill on the couch before bed for an hour or two. Bliss!