Sometimes, when it seems like nothing is going right, we need to take a step back, look around, and count our blessings.
And that’s what I’m trying to do today. I’m trying to think of what’s going right instead of focusing on what’s going wrong. I’m trying to have a little perspective. I’m trying to be grateful for those who give without expecting anything in return.
In no particular order, I am grateful for…
- Rachel — my friend of 20 years, who has checked-in on me from her new home in South Africa almost daily.
- Robyn — whom I’ve known for nearly six years, who sends me short messages nearly every day and called me — from her vacation — to see how I was doing yesterday.
- My neighbors — Kathy and Lori — whose encouragement and willingness help remind me I’m not alone even though I don’t have family nearby.
- Michelle — whose card brought a smile to my face.
- Emily — whom I’ve known since a high school summer trip to France — called to check-in on me as soon as she returned from Europe.
- Sarah — who walked over to me when she saw me at Hersheypark yesterday when she could’ve walked away and avoided an uncomfortable conversation. That’s the mark of a true friend.
- Lynne — who is both a mentor and friend — is doing the lion’s share of the work for an upcoming conference proposal we’re putting in together. I would’ve understood if Lynne didn’t want to pick up my slack, but she was willing.
- My critique group — Catherine, Julie, Margaret, and Melanie — who are accepting of my absence as part of our Sunday night writing group. I know they’ll welcome me back with open arms when I can rejoin them, which will hopefully be by the month’s end.
- The #TWTBlog team — Anna, Beth, Betsy, Dana, Deb, Kathleen, and Tara — whose willingness to do whatever it takes to keep TWT running smoothly for the next few weeks moves me to tears. Thankfully, I’m healthy-enough to run tonight’s Twitter Chat!)
- My in-laws — who I know are just a phone call away.
- My parents — both of whom have given me unwavering support.
- Isabelle — who despite her tender age and doesn’t know what’s going on, knows that Mommy is going through a tough time. She’s been there with gentle kisses and arm rubs when I’ve least expected it.
- My dear husband — Marc — who knows hugs are better to give when there are no words left to say.
Today, though, I’m most thankful for my neighbor Lori, her daughter Sophie, and their dog Clementine (aka: “Tiny”). The three of them watched Isabelle when I went to the doctor since Marc came with me. It was the kind of appointment we didn’t want to bring Isabelle to so the three of them gave up their morning to spend it with Isabelle in their home. (NOTE: I’m not dying of some kind of awful disease. In a few weeks’ time, my body and spirit will recover from what it’s going through right now.) It’s quite incredible to have someone you can leave your child with without any reservation. I went to my doctor’s appointment and “took care of business” this morning with a clear head. Lori sent me photos of Isabelle playing (and posing) with Sophie and Tiny, which brightened my morning.
“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.“
Through HONEST writing I’ll do once I relocate my muse, I am sure I will make lemonade out of the lemons life handed us nearly three weeks ago. Until then, I am counting my blessings (as trite as it sounds) since I have an incredible support system of friends and family members around me. I am grateful.