my grandmother's mirror from florence, oliviagird.com
Gratitude is something we hear about a lot around Thanksgiving time. I love the excuse to talk about gratitude as I think it is one of the best ways to reduce stress and ease your mind in times of turmoil.
This quote sums it up from an author unknown; “Be thankful for the bad things in life, for they open your eyes to the good things you weren’t paying attention to before.”
I have found that owning a business has such moments of stress that it is easy to send myself into a tailspin and focus on the things that are not happening at the speed of light that I desire.
I have spent countless hours fretting over the little things that ultimately become insignificant when time takes its natural course. The discipline of gratitude and recalling all the things that I am thankful for has an immediate calming effect that it is almost like I went for a spa treatment at my spa.
So here I sit at the famous 3:00am hour wide awake, writing because that is what I am called to do rather than sleep. I am listening to Gabriela Montero, Albinoni Adagio; Baroque. The sounds of the piano at this witching hour make me take a deep breath. I look around my bedroom and notice the display of photos of my brother, Michael, who passed away 17 years ago this Nov 20. I look at my space and notice how far I have come in my 47 ½ years. I look at my dog sleeping quietly next to me. I spot my grandmother’s mirror she bought in Florence when she was probably my age trying to find herself as a woman and a mother and wife. I pause at the magnitude of life’s lessons and the journey it presents to me when I take a moment to stop the cyclone that goes on in my head and take a wondrous look.
this sun my brother drew before he died, i love it. it makes me so happy and grateful for the life we shared, albeit short, but ohhh so sweet.