This is a picture of me having a massive gratitude moment that brought me to tears. I was in the drive through car wash, listening to Cautious Clay’s new album (it’s ridiculously good), and the music and the events of the day just felt so aligned with my authentic self—I was overcome.
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I went to the Dr. again yesterday morning. They did labs and I’m going to be doing some new protocols with my BP and meds, and a few more things.
I shared some big things with the Dr. about health and life changes I’ve made in the last 6 months. I hadn’t seen this Dr. before, and was humbled when she told me “I’m really proud of you. Those are some really big things you’ve done for yourself and you should be commended.” She also thanked me for being a teacher during Covidlandia. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear recognition and appreciation until she said it.
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Next, I went to one of my student’s birthday parties. Which filled my heart. Then I went to Home Depot and bought ultra bright white paint because the white in my living room was looking dingy. I stopped at World Market just to vibe, and saw the couch I’ve wanted for years on discontinued sale. I decided I had a good tax return, I could do it. My neighbor helped me carry it in, because he’s the kindest neighbor ever and always helps me.
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I took my cozy POS old couch to the dump (another place I adore). It was muddy and snowy and every truck there was coated in grime.
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So this pic is me crying with all the grateful for all.the.things. that show up when we live listening to what lights us up. Being seen by others and being privileged to get the couch, listening to this amazing music, to have the truck, to be able to wash the mud off immediately…y’all.
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It feels so good to notice. That’s the essence of it all. Feeling the joy in the moment, even though a lot of pain is swirling around all of us all the time—we can still just pause and let the good vibes in. Because, pardon me cynical friends, there is always something to appreciate.
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Namaste.