Change of pace. Inward directions. Seeking new light. Travel plans. A term of school. Baking. Cooler temperatures. Frosty days. Warm boots. Skating. Soccer in the rain. Running in the dark. Headlamps. Companionship. Comfort of a likeness. A stranger’s kindness. A counselor’s understanding. Stepping onto thin ice. Refreshing new strengths. Patience. Waiting. Days as small as an afternoon. Board games. Letting go what overwhelms. Doing less. Being more. Steady.
Most days I write down five things I am grateful for, big or small, subtle or apparent. I archive and post the list monthly. This is November 2013.
that Halloween is over — my Naturopath — a B12 shot — being productive at work — some time with my husband on a Friday night.
the kid’s enthusiasm about playing soccer in pouring rain — the joy of a heated towel after a wet soccer game — getting in my run and not getting lost — realizations made while having a shower — warm and sweet beverages.
fall sunshine during a run with my husband — a late breakfast — choosing less sugar — the choices I made in yoga class — having time for a nap.
a change of plans — making decisions — taking the day to add on to the extra hour of daylight savings time — finishing off the movie I started — getting errands done before evening traffic.
pacing myself in my work day — remembering to breathe — warm layers against the cold — feeling good through my hill workout — relaxing and relishing the evening hours.
joining my daughter on a school field trip — being able to see her in a different element — the motivation to do a workout at home — my husband coming home from work — tasty raspberry and chocolate muffins.
that anxiety is lessened when you add air to it (breathe!) — that my extended health benefits applied where I needed them — the calm after school as the kids drew pictures — the motivation to go for a run in the dark, cold, and rain — my son’s hugs, cheers, and support as I ran into the dark.
free hot beverage day — drinking more water — being able to fax overseas — sweet texts from my husband — Friday afternoon without expectations.
the space and solitude during my run — still making it home on time after getting lost on my trail run — making it to the ferry on time — seeing how both a once-familiar city and I have grown — having a better half to share my experiences with.
an early morning Starbucks while the city sleeps — visiting with family — the similarities and differences between cousins — an evening extravaganza musical performance — going to bed and falling right asleep.
being able to walk to the museum and not having to pay for parking — being able to stop at IKEA on our way home — a lightening fast trip in IKEA — my iPhone GPS that showed us a quick and easy way to continue our route home — unexpectedly making the ferry on time (and not having to wait 2 hours for the next one).
taking a day off — getting weekend errands done with ease — planning dinner ahead of time — a calm and fortifying and encouraging hill workout — going home and the house being relatively calm.
more progress with my counselor — accepting (not worrying about) being minutes late for work — skipping the extra cup of coffee — “wanting” to go for a run rather than “needing” to — the owl that came to visit.
the nice guy who let me into traffic because no one knows what “merge” means — wearing the perfect amount of layers to be warm but not too hot — more fun running in the dark — the kids eating leftovers — car-pooling for soccer practice.
the reminder that being late is *not* the end of the world — deleting a lot of emails — the quiet that ensues after feeding the cat — my husband coming home early — popcorn for dinner.
the joy of a faster trail run — being present and content in my body — the quiet of the day — a nap when my body wanted it — spending time with my son and his sense of humour.
sleeping in — showers in the morning — getting to yoga — being at yoga — a nap.
reminders — tomorrow is a new day — my son’s enthusiasm for rain — chocolate — lying under the covers and doing nothing.
the house being cleaned — noodle soup — the comfort of running with others — the feeling of finishing a hard run in the cold — the house feeling calm when I got home.
Wednesday instead of Tuesday — planning to make things easier — new support persons — treating myself to change — going home and being the same.
sunshine — the defrost option for the car windshield — my heavy down-filled parka — meetings where I actually felt energized — an early weekend.
wonderful messages from afar — my son’s warmth and consideration — choosing to skip an extra cup of coffee — appreciating old photos of myself by realizing that I have a hard time accepting whatever is my present — quiet time with Netflix.
sleeping in with my eyes closed — a hot beverage delight — my husband doing the grocery shopping — my mini-nap at the start of yoga class — feeling calm after yoga to start the week.
that change and activity can be good for me — that going to work is enough change and activity — that the babysitters worked out — making dinner that almost every ate (the cat does not like chard) — a quick Facetime hello from my traveling love.
starting the car early enough that I don’t have to scrape the ice off — chocolate/peanut butter cookies — tasty spinach/basil soup — understanding that when things are “better” there are still trade-offs — not feeling totally deflated by my fatigue.
helping the kids help me in the morning — feeling productive at work — being honest about how I feel — heavy yet enlightening realizations with my therapist today — getting clarification when I needed it.
pre-planning the kids lunch meals — my Love getting home early — a reliable babysitter — taking myself for an easy run — a fun and relaxing concert with my Love.
all green lights in traffic — that the rain has held off — that people who seem so different can still commiserate — the kids making dinner (or feeding themselves) — less judgement/more wondering.
that the boy didn’t damage anything when he fell down the stairs — having fun watching the soccer game — having tea with just the boy and his sense of humour — that I opted to take care of myself instead of trying to “prove” myself — the quiet of the afternoon.