I’ve been thinking recently about gratitude. In particular, I’ve been pondering what gratitude feels like, how we express it, what it means to be grateful. Initially, I planned to write some profound thoughts. In a year absolutely packed with grief, sorrow, anxiety, and hope, thoughts are plentiful, if not actually profound. The ability to write them down is oddly absent. As such, in place of those pithy thoughts, I have made a list (who doesn’t love a list?!).
I am filled with joyous gratitude for:
- My family and friends, biological and found
- Healthcare workers in all their various and lovely forms
- Butter toffee cashews
- High-top converse
- My 90-something neighbors
- Being able to compliment others
- Sunny days, warm and cold
- Hugs
- Fall leaves
- Spring blooms
- Dogs
- Cats
- Richard Armitage’s voice
- The rest of Richard Armitage
- Whoever wrote Hot Frosty
- Time spent beside a crackling fire
- Laughing until my sides hurt and my eyes are wet
- Walking
- Noah Kahan
- Acorns
- Hummingbirds
- Corny tshirts
- Yoga with Adriene
- Crochet
- Community
- The coffee shop
- Writers
- Books
- Homemade cookies
- The neighborhood fox
- Homemade hot cocoa with fresh whipped cream
What’s on your list?
Much love.
