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Gratitude

26 Nov

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Possibly one of my top ten favorite words and something I try to keep in mind when confronted with things I’d prefer not to think about because things could always be worse:

G R A T I T U D E

Perspective is so important and today, like every day, I am so grateful for

  1. My children
  2. My husband
  3. My parents
  4. My brother
  5. My extended family
  6. My friends
  7. Good health
  8. James Taylor
  9. Licorice
  10. Music
  11. Warm chocolate chip cookies
  12. When Harry Met Sally
  13. Medicine and science
  14. Taxi
  15. The NYT crossword puzzle
  16. Laughter
  17. Words
  18. Not turkey — I could skip that
  19. Meatballs
  20. My pizza oven
  21. My grandparents. They were the best.
  22. A well told story
  23. Games of all kinds
  24. Good coffee
  25. The University of Michigan
  26. Shehecheyanu
  27. The gym (not while I’m there, only when I’m leaving)
  28. Frizz Ease
  29. Blow outs
  30. Public School
  31. Kindness
  32. Sunshine
  33. Pickles
  34. Bloody Marys
  35. The ocean
  36. My Kindle
  37. WordPress
  38. My GPS even though she sometimes sucks
  39. The freedoms granted to me in the Bill of Rights
  40. Love

Thank you so very much for reading and for your encouragement. I am grateful for you all.

Shehecheyanu.

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Fast Forwarding Through Life

30 Apr

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This time last week I was miserable. Miserable. It was one of those weeks so murky and difficult to navigate, when things seemed they could implode at any turn, that I was longing for a fast-forward button for life. As always, I found myself repeating, “this time next week, things will be better.” The breaking point was Thursday.

I was terrified as to what the day would bring and at the same time, I just needed to hear everything. I dreaded and anticipated it, I cursed and welcomed it, and I thought of the Lisa 8 hours later who would know the answers to many of the questions plaguing her.

It turns out that Thursday was beautiful. A sign. Step One. I don’t know how I would be if I lived in a city without seasons because I draw so much hope and emotion from a sunny day, an autumn leaf, the first snow, the ocean breeze. I could probably get accustomed to the ocean breeze and sunny days, but would I appreciate them as much? Would they lift me still? Would they give much-needed meaning to doubts and fears and sadness? Would they be simply relished as euphoria-inducing gifts?

As the day progressed, news on all the fronts I had been anxiously sitting by, seemed to improve. And then, when you think you will never hear the words you want so badly to hear, I heard them. I heard them from a source I fell in love with, I heard them from the birds in the blossoming trees, I heard them from the rays of sunshine on my windshield.

As I drove home across the Triboro bridge, I stared at the New York City skyline I have been staring at my whole life. Maybe it’s being a New Yorker, maybe it’s being an optimist, maybe it’s just because it is, objectively beautiful, but every time it comes into view, it takes my breath away. Every single time. And thank G-d. I am so happy to be able to appreciate moments big and small, so grateful to feel sweeping surges of gratitude and love, so appreciative that I am still in awe of something some people might never realize they are in the presence of.

As we neared the end of the bridge, I looked at the people I love. I looked at the reassuring texts on my phone, I looked at the cloudless, blue sky, and I thought to myself “today, the sun is shining just for me.” Because it was.