It’s no secret I’ve been kind of quiet on the writing front lately and part of that is my effort at simplicity (paring back on the nice-to-have’s and focusing on the life priority list right now) but part of that is also because when you’re happy and filled with gratitude, there truly is less to *say* that I haven’t already said. And I don’t know about you, but even I grow sick of my own happy musings sometimes…let’s be real
But during a time of year that just naturally feels like a time for gratitude, I can’t help but think of how different my life is now, vs. my very first Thanksgiving on my own, now FOUR years ago (!). I was a shell of myself, in so many ways. And while I’ve worked incredibly hard to get to where I am today, I sometimes still struggle with just how good my life is, and remaining humble and with a large dose of perspective at all times (even puppies and rainbows lose perspective sometimes, I know, you’re shocked. Not. Hehe).
So, I feel inspired to share some of my feelings on gratitude and gratitude ‘truths’ as I like to call them, in pins!
This one, by far, defines my journey over the last 4 years, not to mention the last decade+ of my life. I feel so very blessed to have M walk into my life, but also equally blessed that my ex-husband *walked out*. Every person you meet, good or bad, hurtful or loving, shapes you. For that, I am grateful.
My sisters – not only are they my best friends, when we are together, I don’t think I laugh harder, smile more, or feel happier. They are, and will always be, my priority in my life. Now, more than ever. Gratitude…is sisterhood.
I think this is something I have really grappled with in recent years, and this year, I finally feel as though I am ‘good’ with me. I like me. I love me. Imperfections and all. And to feel that way…is contagious. If I can pay that feeling forward even just a little bit day in and out, I will. Gratitude…is imperfectly perfect.
I declared 2012 the year of unseating comfort zones. And this one truly speaks to that, Driving past fear of failure, and charging towards what I am passionate about. Making my role at work MINE and shaping it. And barre n9ne? Well, I think that is just a given…it surrounds me with passion, happiness, and, well, sweat. What’s more to love? Gratitude…is taking chances.
Friendship, as we grow older, is hard to cultivate. It’s not like childhood, where your friends are basically born from who sits next to you in 4th grade…as an adult, it is incredibly hard to make new friends, and sustain the old. The friends I have now are a beautiful mix of both, a small circle of those I truly cherish. For all the laughs, the private jokes, the memories, and the bond. Gratitude is…REAL friendship.
Gratitude. Is a feeling like no other. <3