Monday morning. Sunny. Cool. I’m rested (sorta) and feeling better. Less congestion in my lungs. Less profuse expectoration. (Amazing how much nose blowing I did over the last two days.)
I’m grateful for all of this.
I’m grateful for starting a two-week different food plan. Two reasons:
Want to release the three pounds that have come back
Want to see if eliminating a few foods has an effect on my chronic digestion issues
I’m grateful for sunny mornings at the farmers market. For running into friends and acquaintances there. And I’m grateful that Barbara, a friend, said she’d like to see Priceless with me. The movie was disappointing. She’s amazing to watch, but that’s not enough now for a satisfying movie experience, is it?
I’m grateful for grilling veggies. I grilled green beans and baby zucchini this week. Amazing!
I’m grateful for Rockridge Rags. Bought a lovely Sarah Arizona sweater—for $14—to wear (maybe) at the conference next week.
I’m grateful for my communities. The powerful women at the Survivors Circle and the women who are my hula sisters; I am so lucky.
I’m grateful for the new Laura Lippman book. A fun read.
I’m so grateful to be invited to spend time with my sister over the weekend. Dinner and chat and time when I could lend my expertise to her computer challenges—I love being able to do that; all of it.
I’m grateful for my yoga practice.
And for my neighbors. And my neighborhood.
I’m grateful. I know that everything is working out perfectly—is already worked out perfectly—in the divine perfect law of the universe. I let go and let god and show up in delight and dedication for every passion and every commitment and I am completely grateful for this moment of this day in this life. All is well all is well all is already well. And so it is!
