Here it is, the second installment of my Monday Motivations. This one has to do with gratitude. I’ve haphazardly kept a gratitude journal over the years, but it tends to go by the wayside when things get busy. The reason I decided to blog in the first place was to motivate myself to write — something, anything every day. It’s worked, whether I post a blog or not, I’m writing.
Some of my blogs get more notice than others and I try to figure out why that is. Then I remember that my little blog will go unnoticed at times because people are busy or maybe something I write just doesn’t strike a chord. Hopefully, this one will.
Below are a few things I’m grateful for today:
My health — I take it for granted sometimes, but for the past few days I’ve strolled on the boardwalk. I saw a older gentleman who was walking with a walker, barely, but he was doing it. All by himself. If he can, I can. I’ve got no complaints whatsoever.
My family — My husband is the best human being I’ve ever met; he’s a fantastic cook and brings me coffee in bed every single day. My Mom, Dad, sisters, nieces and nephews aren’t nearby but they’re healthy, amazing people and we’re a very close-knit group. And, I have to mention my dogs, Baxter and Sophie. Yes, I’m one of those people that treat their pets like people — I swear they can understand me when I talk to them.
My Grandmothers’ Quilts: I have two of them, one from my Mom’s side and one from my Dad’s. They’re soft, beautiful and were made the old-fashioned way. A big group of ladies had a quilting party and sewed the squares by hand. How great is that? My grandmothers aren’t in the physical world anymore, but this part of them is.
P.S. (A fellow/blogger/friend/follower just wrote a blog about World Book Night, something I’ve not heard of before. Visit Scribbling in the Storage Room for more info. What a great idea!)
Creative and Artistic Abilities: I get these from my parents. When I was growing up, my mother could look a picture in a magazine and make a dress or whatever from that, cutting the pattern from a newspaper if she had to. My Dad could fix and/or build anything and he paints. I can buy a piece of what looks like junk from a flea market/vintage store and transform it — much of my furnishings are renovations I’ve done. I’m a pretty good artiste myself, several of my “originals” hang in my home. I’d like to think I’m a pretty good writer too — I’ve enjoyed a career at it for some time now.
Nature, animals and babies: All of them make me smile, laugh and believe in miracles.
My faith: It wavers sometimes, but it’s always there and part of who I am.
My belief in humanity: I believe most people are good and that the world is wondrous.
Music: No explanation necessary.
You: If you’ve read this far, thank you — all the comments I’ve received since I began this, the followers I have and what I’ve learned from reading your writings have inspired me.
Photo credits: Happy Monday