When I contemplate my day and reflect on all that was accomplished, all that I invested and all that was received in return, I certainly can't complain.
Today, like many days, I got to do a job I love, interacting with colleagues and students in meaningful ways. I enjoyed the time I spent with my children who are healthy, insightful, energetic, and wonderfully imaginative beings. I salsa danced in my kitchen and played my flute in the living room, and I ended my day just as it began - connecting with my beau.
My beau, who when I grumbled about still *having* to write yet tonight, so rightly encouraged me to remember that writing can be something I both dread and desire - dread, because my bed calls loudly to me on nights when midnight is looming and I've yet to put any words to the page, and desire, because I know that writing leads to reflection, and reflection almost always inspires gratitude for the simplicity of everyday life. And, as my beau wisely reminded, "gratitude is active, not passive."
It takes time and effort to be thankful. It sometimes takes sacrifice and a willingness to consider that what we have is good just as it is right now. Not only can I not complain, but if I contemplate how good I have it, I can honestly and enthusiastically say, "I love my life!"
Now that I've made peace with my tired soul and my commitment to writing has been fulfilled for today, I shall take my gratitude and head off to bed. The only thing that would make me more grateful and enthusiastic is if my beau were in it.
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