Compile your blessings like building blocks reminding you how much you’re given minute by minute. Rid yourself of lack syndrome since when you get right down to it, there is no lack. What do you need that you don’t have? Keep your eye on the day, not tomorrow or next month, just this 24 hours and goddammit, you’ll see, your needs are easily met.
Be patient with yourself and others. Try to understand we’re all not alike, and even though it’s perfectly alright to choose not to play in someone’s yard, you can still wave as you go by.
Stop whining, though a glass is good, since it keeps you in a holding pattern boring those in your path.
Have more ice-cream. Treat yourself, the kid in you who’s never had enough. Treat someone else standing in line. Be beneficent…generous, sharing what’s in your pocket.
Over tip, to quote Nora Ephron.
How upset I was with friends refusing to give to the Carmela fund. I had to talk myself off the roof reminding me, largesse sometimes falls by the wayside even in the most plush situations.
What’s important is that I give. Tithing is a sign of trust more is coming, more is en route.
I will give thanks for unseen blessings already on the way, which is key, since they can’t be identified till they get here, but when you think of blessings past, you remember, hey…I got that big job out of nowhere. In the 11th hour a friend rode up on his steed.
Be kinder Susannah. Go the extra step to help another, even if it makes you late or leaves you broke. The coffers will refill if you give them a chance.
Walk more dogs, like the little bichon frise next door who has become a frequent houseguest. She plumps your heart as a pal asking no questions soothing your Carmela wound.
Breathe in your life. Despite its zigs and zags, ups and downs and highs and lows, it’s a pretty good one all and all. When you think, well it’s not perfect, define perfect. Who’s really to say?
So I will embrace, value and treasure each day as the gift it is, recalling all those no longer here…celebrating them when they were.
Bill, Grampa, Jackie, James, Joyce, Mallory, Nancy and Phil to name a few.
And as hard as it is, let those go who no longer want you in their lives wishing them well as you wave from the shore.
Shit, I’ve just run out of paper.