The last few months feel filled with one tragedy after another in the world, and that, unfortunately, is true in my personal life as well. It is not my place to discuss what has been going on with my family here in this blog, but throughout it all, I keep trying to remember what has helped me in the past. Gratitude. Always counting my blessings.
It’s not easy to do. It’s much easier to fall into despair and get sucked into the questions of, “Why is this happening to me? To us?”
A few years ago, my best friend Ahnuh asked me if I would like to start a gratitude practice with her. We emailed each other what we were grateful for that day. It could be anything, that the sun was out or that we had good coffee. It started out daily, then weekly, then tapered off to monthly or whenever we could until we eventually stopped.
For Valentine’s Day last year, Di gave me a gratitude journal. I can date each page and write what I felt grateful for that day. It gives me prompts of different ways I can change it up. One day it may direct me to write 3 things that happened that I am grateful for and why. Another may be to write about 3 people I am grateful for.
At one point Di and I found it helpful to tell each other the 3 things we were grateful for that day before we went to sleep.
I have never been consistent enough to make this a daily habit, but when I realize that I haven’t done it in a while, especially when it feels that life just sucks and nothing good is happening, I start in again, slowly bringing myself back to what is good in my life. Even if it is only that the sun is out and I had a good cup of coffee that day.