Seattle’s gloom and doom has been getting to me the past few days, and the first few posts I started to write sounded just like this weather. Gross.
Instead, I’m taking note of my gratitude. My thankfulness and joy for…
My sibling in laws in Seattle. Hanging out on a lazy Saturday is better time twelve when you add these two into the mix.
Streaming television. I don’t even have to think about when my favorite shows are on. They’re right there when I want to watch them.
The Mister…and his stellar cooking skills. He whipped up a batch of lick-the-bowl-delicious lentil soup last night, AND he made me to-go containers of it for lunch this week.
Doctors who spend time asking what’s new and seem genuinely interested in the completely un-medically-related response.
Seattle’s moderate temperatures. Even though it’s gloomy, at least it’s not minus twenty and frigid.
Space heaters. Space heaters. Space heaters.
The glitter nail polish is adding a little pizazz to my toenails. It’s a party underneath the wool socks.
Goodwill and finally losing my attachment to the things I own. It feels so good to give away so many of the unnecessary items in my life.
Pen and paper.
Amazon two day shipping. I decide that I want to organize my spices. I figure out how I want to do it. I order the supplies, and they’ll be here by Wednesday.
My good health. It was only a little less than two years ago that I was a swollen, exhausted mess. I am beyond glad that I figured out that I was allergic to milk.
Power yoga with Jo on Mondays. It’s a sixty minute deep, calming breath. I always feel like I’m coming back to center when I step onto my mat and like I can joyfully embrace the rest of my week when I step off.