Grateful to see this post, Billy… Filled my heart just when I was hitting the hay, exhausted from the day. Thank you, thank you, thank you for filling my bucket of happiness to the brim at the last minutes of the day
I wasn’t planning to write, but I will now…
The days have been busy, work is intense but in a good way, and taking care of the family - at home and remotely - has been taking every second of the day and every ounce of energy.
Grateful I have good health, a clear mind, and the will to make the best out of every day. Sometimes my mood doesn’t match my will, but I do it anyway.
Grateful I understood today that cannot make my youngest un-sad. But I can listen to him. Really listen. Give hugs, lots. And talk in an honest way - appropriate for his age and understanding. Grateful he seemed to be in a better place at the end of the day.
Grateful I can tell my oldest off even remotely, even through text messages. Not in a mean way, but in a way to make him reflect on his actions. Grateful he seems to be listening. Sometimes.
Grateful I miss my husband. Grateful I love him like this.
Grateful my little fluffy dog created the habit of putting her chin on me whenever she senses I need a cuddle. More often than not, lately
Grateful I made it to my first pilates class today. I’m a non-believer in group classes but I cannot run or do most exercises due to an injury. I’m grateful I tried, even if I’m not convinced I’ll become a regular. It seems too “pretty” to count as “real exercise” I’m glad I was able to do something, though. Lack of exercise is disastrous for me. I become a horrible person real quick.
Grateful for another day, for having my head on the pillow sober, for the exhaustion and for being able to sleep and rest in a comfortable and safe place. Grateful my son and hubby are away but also safe and well.
Much love to you all