Gratefulness has escaped me recently. I’ve sat each Friday for the last several with my hands hovering over the keyboard, waiting for the words to come. Nothing.
With such constant beauty and good fortune around me I started to get frustrated with myself. My circumstances are fortunate no doubt. A healthy child and family, roof over my head, food in my pantry, electricity, running water, medicine, clothes, an income, freedom! I could go on. Why, then, is this not enough for me? I am grateful for them, I just expect more. Without even trying, I expect more.
I’m sure it’s part upbringing, part perspective and part the modern age we live in that sets my expectations so high. I can’t change my upbringing or the modern age we live in, but I can change my perspective.
So, I’m experimenting with low expectations. Waking up and expecting less of myself. Expecting less of others. Expecting less from my day. Just letting it unfold and observing it curiously and flexibly.
And what do you know, as soon as I did that, the half masticated strawberry and pasta spiral left over from Buddy’s lunch that the cat is currently consuming is ok. So I didn’t get to that particular mess. It’s ok, I got to some others and I no longer expect to get to them all.
And in an instant I find tonnes of things to be grateful for . . . for now though I’ll start with nurturing in myself fleeting moments of perspective.
I’m linking up with Octavia & Vicky for 52 weeks of grateful.