Gratitude Again?
Before I got sober, I was a pretty negative person. In my world, the glass wasn’t half-empty, it was all the way empty. My favorite mantra was, “Life’s a bitch and then you die.” Finally, a series of …
Before I got sober, I was a pretty negative person. In my world, the glass wasn’t half-empty, it was all the way empty. My favorite mantra was, “Life’s a bitch and then you die.” Finally, a series of …
“If we can be grateful for the world around us and the blessings in our lives, can we be grateful for our bodies?” With a fine line between self-appreciation and narcissism, we often shy away from saying “thanks” …
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I remember one night, when my life felt like it was crashing down and I was anxious, struggling with school, and had an incredibly hard time coping with stress. Life wasn’t so great for me…at least that’s the …
Renowned spiritual leader and Benedictine monk, Brother David Steindl-Rast says, “Everything is a gift.” The first time I read that, I thought, “Of course it is.” I had been practicing gratitude for nine weeks, a lifetime record for …
“You’ve got brains in your head; you’ve got feet in yours shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.” – Dr. Seuss For a lot of us, life just happens. It did to me for many years. …
“Gratitude is an art of painting an adversity into a lovely picture.” – Kak Sri You’re struggling to be grateful every day. Right? You know you should be grateful. You’ve been told to count your blessings. You’ve been …
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I’m all for expressing gratitude. I do it on a daily basis. However, sometimes when life feels like it’s going to hell in a handbasket, expressing gratitude feels hard. Of course I’m grateful I have a home, my …
I took a moment. I could feel my chest. My heart was racing. What’s wrong with me? It didn’t make sense. I was 27 years old, healthy, had a good job, loving parents, great friends, involved in the community, and the list keeps going.
Yet, as I lay on my bed at 2am, overwhelmed by my life, I knew something was wrong. It was as if, the world had been handed to me, and I had no soul. From a logical standpoint my life was great, but my heart showed otherwise. Why can’t I appreciate? Why do I feel this? Why do I hate my life?
My 15-month-old daughter caught her second flu this month, and I lost a little perspective. My husband and I had been barely two weeks free of coughing, inconsolable crying, and sleepless nights when the cycle started all over again. I worried for my child as I rocked her through the days and nights. I felt sorry for my husband, who looked as haggard as I felt. And a ball of self-pity welled up in my gut as her illness ruined our holiday plans. Why did we have to go through this again? Hadn’t we been through enough?
Then I logged into Facebook and read a few things that made me feel more thankful for my life.