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Thoughtful Thursday - Making Time for Gratitude

thoughtfulIt can be hard in our busy lives to make time to be grateful. It's in our best interests to slow down enough to do so because it helps you manage things like stress. And there's tons to be stressed about in this world all the time.

Today is one of those days where it's hard for me to feel thankful about anything.

I'm staying home to hopefully get over this cold and not pass it around the class. I was up late last night sneezing and blowing my raw nose. Ever notice how a runny nose starts to feel like lava on your skin? Yeah, that was me last night.

I really want my house to be nice. That's part of the reason I've been painting it and gathering up anything I can sell. Progress on this is going so slowly it's maddening.

I'm having one of those days. I seriously just wanted to write a letter to a friend with her extremely late Christmas card. Then I barely touch the table I'm writing on and my cup of cranberry juice spills all over me, my beige thin corduroy chair, and the floor. So now I guess I'm off to do laundry.

At least I found my glasses? Because they were hiding on the floor tucked just underneath the skirt of the cover.

Is this the universe telling me to slow down? I mean, I wasn't doing much already. I was going through my bookshelves and organizing stuff. My next plan was food then working on my feature film.

Should I just go back to bed?

I mean, I can't really because I need to do laundry now.

So what am I grateful for? At least I have a house even if it's not what I would like it to be right now.

What are you thankful for today or this week?

And that's how life's river flows today.
R~

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