I am awake, it’s early, it’s cool. All the windows are open and the fan is up in the bedroom and one of the blankets is off the bed and folded and put away in the closet. I declare a season change!
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I had a full and wonderful Friday and weekend. Lunch with a client, deepening a long-time relationship. Working out. Doing yoga. Taking myself to see The Visitor, a wonderful wonderful movie. Visiting with H, and catching up with each other over tea.
Driving to Sacramento on Saturday and seeing old friends. Lunch with T&R, and a celebration with loved ones, marking a wonderful family event. I saw many of my cherished Sacramento family of choice. Including the now–10-year-old triplets, kids I have known their entire life.
Dinner in downtown Sacramento to do some work with my web developer.
And a lovely evening at home. Safe driving both ways, minimal traffic.
I’m working on the pattern for my hula skirt. A vine. Maybe a fern leaf too.
And I got a mountain of filing done. Gardened. Finished Harlen Coben’s new book. And saw friends at fellowship before my Sunday-night meeting. And made a date to see Iron Man with a friend next week.
I took a leadership role and found pouches online for my ritual group for our next meeting. Handled the sourcing, recommended to she-who-makes-these-decisions, and completed the order. Stepped up.
The thread that ties all of my life and its events to gratitude is that I enjoyed myself in the moment. I no longer enjoy my life only in retrospect. I have been liberated from so much of my cynical resigned bitterness. I am blessed. Woohoo!
The “enjoying myself in the moment, not only in retrospect” piece is huge and beautiful. What a gift. The power and possibility of the gratitude practice.