I struggle with the idea that you should be grateful for everything you have because, let’s face it, a lot of what you have was simply what happened. I am not a big believer in karma.
It was Canadian Thanksgiving yesterday and it’s like the smaller, less commercial, version of the US Thanksgiving. It’s definitely autumn here but there’s no snow yet. The leaves are that achingly beautiful and completely insane colour mix that they do every fall. I’ll get to eat a huge meal with my in-laws later. It won’t make up for the fact that I am missing my own family supper because of the pandemic but I am grateful just the same for that bit of normalcy.
I am grateful for all the little things that surround me even if I’m a bit more nebulous about the huge ones. My cats are a delight. My coffee is perfect. I got to sleep in a bit.
There’s this great Maya Angelou quote that probably sums it up, where I can get behind it if we use “wonderful” as in full of wonder:
“This is a wonderful day, I’ve never seen it before.”