Where do I start?
When I was in the Army National Guard, one of the call and response deals we did went like this:
Sergeant: “Company! You all need an attitude check.”
To which we would respond:
Company: “Aw shit, fuck you, man.”
I have no idea why I like foul language so much. I feel like they convey a deeper emotion than a more civilized choice. It’s like, your feelings are so intense, you have to swear.
I loved that I had been instructed by someone with more rank than I to say this phrase. It tickles me.
I’m so very grateful for the sense of humor God created me with. Laughter is my main coping mechanism. As a child, I loved to make my mom laugh. I’d come home from school and regale her with stories chock full of humor.
Oh and we’re a bunch of sarcastically funny people, my family. I’ve been told the Greek root of sarcasm means to “tear flesh”.
I have no idea how much of my life I was so focused on the negativity in my life that I totally missed out on many, tiny moments worthy of gratitude.
After I started my recovery, I remember the first moment of gratitude to take me by surprise was seeing a tiny butterfly flitting about, sharing its exquisite beauty with me.
What makes it really funny is I previously considered myself a positive, glass is half full kind of gal.
Right.
I find that if I start telling God what I appreciate and am grateful for, my focus shifts from the problems in my life to all the good in my life. And in the reverse, if I let my thoughts and energy weigh on my problems; I don’t even notice my blessings.
I can make a choice to improve my life by simply refocusing on the good until it becomes a habit.
I’m going to face problems throughout my life on Earth, it will be easier if I do it with a grateful heart.
I have much to be grateful for: a loving husband for whom I have an enormous amount of love and respect, loving parents, loving siblings, two wonderful sons, seven amazing grandchildren, food, transportation, clothing, home, friends, eternal life, a unique relationship with my Heavenly Father and Creator.
Yeah, I’m much happier when I exercise an attitude of gratitude.
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