When storms come…

Some days it’s hard to find anything for which I’m grateful. Maybe I got up on the proverbial wrong side of the bed. Maybe I’m just feeling anxious because dire weather is forecast (as has been the case this week for much of the East Coast of the United States). Really, anything could be wrong — or almost nothing at all.

On those occasions I have to dig pretty deeply to think of things to be grateful for, but getting out a spade just might yield the following:

  • I’m grateful I don’t have to jumpstart my car each morning (and that implies that I have a car, which I do, and for which I’m grateful).
  • I’m grateful my husband doesn’t wear his pants down under his rear-end with his underwear showing.  That’s not my favorite look.
  • I’m thankful I don’t clean toilets for a living.
  • I’m grateful I don’t have to ride on a wagon train if I want to go to California.
  • I’m happy that someone (usually) comes to pick up my garbage.
  • How thrilling that I can buy groceries in a building with walls and with heat (or air-conditioning) inside.
  • How amazing that there’s (usually) enough fresh food for all the shoppers in that same store — and that I can afford food.
  • I’m thankful that I don’t have to walk to or pump a well to get my water.
  • I’m delighted that I don’t have to wring a chicken’s neck to fix dinner.
  • I’m grateful that I have only spent one night in my life (so far) sleeping with a “pillow” that is simply a brick wrapped in muslin (and found it to be an adventure).
  • I’m grateful for cotton and wool instead of newspaper and cardboard covering me at night.
  • I’m amazed that I can put orthotic inserts into my shoes and have foot pain almost disappear.
  • I’m thankful that my doors have locks, and only I have the keys.
  • I’m grateful for due process, legal aid, and laws against discrimination.
  • I’m thankful I can speak up and not be shot down.
  • I’m amazed I can travel the world with no fear of not getting home.
  • I’m grateful for first-run movies, on their day of release, in my own town.
  • I’m thankful for food of almost every nation within miles of my house.
  • I’m amazed and humbled that I can live in ways I don’t deserve, with privileges I did not earn, in a country of unimaginable promise and opportunity – with no credit due to me for how I got here.
  • I’m grateful that I can know about and consider those who don’t have this much to be thankful for – and actually have the resources to do something for them (though I admit I often stop at good intentions and could use more follow-through).

Somehow creating such lists saves me from the whining and grumbling that tempt me to forget how good I’ve got it.

I’ll make a new one tomorrow if, as is likely, I forget.

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