This week, I have tried hard to focus on the positives in my life. Yes, my husband is still losing his job in fifty days or so. And no, we still haven’t found one to replace it. But the constant anxiety eating away at my insides was hindering my ability to function as a mommy, writer, and the gazillion other hats I wear. The day-to-day tasks seemed insurmountable, and I had very little patience for my children. How silly is that. It’s times like these when they need me the most. So, I gave my brain a mental slap and re-directed my thoughts. (See, here’s another example of choice)
In a few short days, my quest for gratitude enveloped me in a blanket of peace I hadn’t thought possible. Suddenly, I could see past the coming destruction the out-of-work tsunami would bring, and realized I had a lot to be thankful for.
My husband’s job had given us a sixty-day notice. Most people don’t even get a one-day notice. I have incredibly healthy children. I can think of many people who would give anything for this. And after almost thirteen years, I still feel like I’m married to the man of my dreams. Something some women never get to experience.
All of these things, and more, have reaffirmed to me the importance of keeping a grateful outlook, no matter how murky the future may seem. Better than any pill with their many side effects, a heart filled with gratitude is a source of strength we can lean on to help up us endure the many challenges we face.