I am always inspired by people who stay positive and who seem to radiate joy no matter what's going on. It helps me center myself and pull myself out of the funk that I sometimes find myself in. Pessimism is a poison that has no place in my life anymore. I'm going to try once a month to make a *short* list of things that I appreciate, things that I am thankful for.
Healthcare workers who truly care. Bear with me for a moment, this is going to get a bit depressing (and long) and may be a trigger for others who have had hard births. After the traumatizing experience I had birthing Aidan, sitting in the hospital several days yet after he was born, with an excruciating spinal headache that even morphine wasn't touching, several nurses tried in vain to get an IV started. They succeeded instead in breaking six of my veins. On top of all the pain, I was suffering severe postpartum depression and I broke down crying. I was ashamed of myself so I attempted to apologize, saying, "I'm sorry, none of this has gone as I had expected." One of the nurses snapped back, "Well that was your first mistake, coming in here with expectations." It sank me deeper in hopelessness...so far that I could finally see how someone could get so low that they would take their own life. It was the indomitable kindness and cheerfulness of a black nurse named Marilyn, who spoke with an accent that was somehow a blend of Irish brogue and Jamaican Patois, that reminded me all was not darkness, that I had to push forward for my tiny son. I love that woman, and wish to this day that I could reach out to her and thank her for what she did for me. Back then I had no idea that the comment, "None of this has gone as I had expected," would become the prevailing theme of our life with Aidan, but the caring healthcare workers we've met along the way have been angels in disguise for us. If you're one of them, THANK YOU!
A thrift store sweater that feels like it was knit just for me. Putting it on straight from the dryer feels like a loving hug and reassurance that everything is going to be alright.
Any time we can spend outdoors. Our warm days are numbered but just being out in the sunshine is like medicine for the soul. We have a crazy energetic pup who agrees wholeheartedly, and the kids are happier after an afternoon adventure in the great outdoors. I wish I could bottle the woodsy spice that permeates the air.
Quiet morning time. People thrive in routine and this is mine. I try to get up at least two hours before anyone else. I start the coffee, take out the dogs, and sit down at the kitchen table to do my spiritual reading, plan out my day or week, and pay bills.
Coziness that the cool weather fosters. Candles, scents, baking, blankets, books, uplifting radio programs and all the things that help us survive winter here "up north"...
These are a few of my favorite things.
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