I feel like a grinch saying so, but these 30-days-of-gratitude articles annoy me. It's like quantifying gratitude by listing a bunch of things you are glad you have. As if making a list of things you're grateful for shows you are grateful, because what... you have stuff, and you like it.
Or I could make some stupid list of all the things I'm grateful for... let's see, I'm grateful for food/water/oxygen, people who devote their lives to helping others, corgi puppies, science fiction, our house, finches, plants, electricity, eyesight, hearing, a table and chairs, a TV and DVDs to watch, healthy kids, a working computer, chipmunks on the patio, soap, toothbrushes, squirrels outside where they belong instead of in the attic, music, parks within walking distance, orangutans, food bought for Thanksgiving the Tuesday before, potholders, no close relatives or friends in prison, a once-leaky but now properly caulked window, indoor plumbing that works, a good knife, a central unit that may can be repaired, blankets, health that could be worse, cake mix in a box, 2 cars that are both running right now, The Husband still being here, a variety of cups to drink coffee from, coffee, WEVL radio, cinnamon, yellow flowers, being able to afford recommended medicine/supplements/medical procedures, wooden spoons, towels and bath mats, quartz counter tops, baby ducks, sliced bread, shampoo, those little plastic mesh tuffies for dish-washing, a comfortable mattress, Constant Comment tea, appliances that work, seasons, the sky, clothing that fits, cheap cutting boards, a bathroom small enough to be easily heated, coasters, art...
I'm not good at this, because I'm grateful for everything, which makes that whole thing where you list stuff you're grateful for pointless. I'm not grateful for stuff; I'm just grateful.
6 seconds worth of Corgi puppies:
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Well said.
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