Wednesday morning gratitude. Time flies.
I’m grateful I’ve been busy making sirup and jam. I’m grateful for the dishwasher
I’m grateful I tried to keep up with chores and failed. I’m grateful I did what I could.
I’m grateful for purring cats and demanding miows. They remind me of what is important in life: love and food. I’m grateful love has many faces and catlove is one of it A fluffy, cuddly, heartwarming one.
I’m grateful an old friend will visit me today and I’ll make steak. Sharing a good meal is soulfood too.
I’m grateful the local authorities came over yesterday and talked with me about removing the ex’s oldtimers as they are not allowed to be constantly parked on the lawn as they have no license plates (officialese for: this is a farm, not a junkyard). I’m grateful they are doing something about all the stuff put here, parked there and never again touched. I’m grateful HE has to do something other than ignoring. Otherwise this stuff will be removed by the autorities. I’m deeply grateful that I didn’t cause it, I can’t control it and doing my best is fine. I’m grateful MY stuff is in order and no source of complaints. I’m grateful this proofs that I’m NOT the annoying, nagging ex constantly complaining about shit. I rarely was so grateful for authorities showing up and forcing something. I’m grateful me being embarrassed and feeling cringy for his ignorance and non-caring causing an authority intervention didn’t last long. That’s life, another moment to clearly see who cared about everyday’s life and tasks for all our relationship. To be honest I am a bitch and feel schadenfreude as he didn’t take it well when I texted him. As his attitude towards me was shitty, he can run zig-zag until the official document arrives via mail. Mail. Not email. Let’s see how his own medicine of waiting without answer or information tastes him. Karma is a bitch. Me too. Sorry not sorry.
I’m grateful for rest. I can come back and continue this post as often as I want. I’m grateful the kitchen/living room gets tidy again. Making jam & sirup is a lot of work & mess I’m grateful for the kitchen helpers ate stored away, all dishes are washed and stored, the glasses and bottles remain for 1 more day on the kitchen island, I need to label it. Paper waste is thrown out, the floor is vacuumed and mopped. Two spots to tidy left, then I’m content.
I’m deeply grateful for my cosy home, my comfy life, my luxury problems. For having enough, for enjoying the moment, for cooler morning temperatures and relaxing evenings on the balcony. For the solar plant providing hot water, for my reliable car that takes me everywhere. For my counsellor and my therapist. For friends. For encouragement and letting go. For being ok with being bitchy sometimes. For peace, quiet, calmness and equanimity. For working on myself without forcing things. For practicing patience, focussing on the present, for doing what I can and accepting my limits. For a soft cat paw with sharp nails that touches my heel. For strength I find in little things, a reading here, a cup of tea there. ODAAT