What a whirlwind year it has been so far.
Sometimes, I’ve felt overwhelmed, wondering if I had taken on too much. Yet, gradually and steadily, one by one, day-by-day tasks are being completed, and my schedule is starting to lighten.
Just two more commitments in June, and then I can finally breathe.
Even though I’m busy, it’s been good. I’ve spent time with family, helped a friend to the doctor and run errands, snuck away for a few days to a mountain cabin with a few girlfriends, and this month’s grand finale was my daughter’s wedding.
So, even though I’ve had a packed calendar, the tasks have not been drudgery.
This morning, I woke up feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
I took my coffee into my study to write this piece and sat at my desk, situated by a large window overlooking the lake. The view is simply breathtaking, and I will never tire of it.
The sun is beaming this morning, and the water is so still it looks like glass. If one stuck their toe into the water, it would shatter into millions of pieces.
Some mornings, if I get to my desk early enough, I witness the spectacular “changing of the guard” as the pink and purple hues silently lift over the tree line, heralding a new day.
First and foremost, in this morning’s gratitude, I am thankful to be alive. None of us have the promise of another day. Having lost dear family members and friends, I consciously give thanks for each new day I am gifted. And yes, even with the grief that comes with loss, I am grateful to be alive.
At 63, life looks different than I had envisioned, but I’m in a good place — no, a great place. The peace I feel within my soul is invaluable.
Physically, I understand the importance of staying active. “Use it or lose it,” right? While I could do better, I make an effort to stay active.
I find peculiar inspiration from those using walkers or struggling to rise from a chair. They motivate me to do what I can while I can.
I realize some health issues are beyond our control. Believe me. I’m not always enthusiastic about getting off the couch to do leg lifts or sit-ups, but I push myself to stay mobile for as long as possible.
I often hear stories about families with estranged members and bitter rivals who refuse to reconcile.
While there may be valid reasons, I am thankful that this isn’t a cancer eating away at my family. I can’t imagine not chatting with my sister every day, being involved in my daughter’s life, or conversing with my brother.
So, yes, I am profoundly grateful for my family relationships.
I am also grateful for the genuine bonds I’ve formed in the six years I’ve lived in Fairfield Glade. No matter my needs, my friends would be at my doorstep in a heartbeat. How priceless is this?
I could list countless things that fill me with gratitude as I sit here in tranquility.
Our mental outlook is crucial. Does depression ever rear its ugly head? Of course, it does! But I only allow it a fleeting presence.
Just as David cut off Goliath’s head, I fiercely guard my peace against any enemy I consider a threat to my peace, no matter its name.
If to no one but myself, this piece is an inspiring reminder to allow love to be the lotion that moves us, love for life, family and friends. To cherish the simple joys of life and maintain a positive outlook.
We will always have challenges, but a life of gratitude gives us the weapon to meet them head-on and do so with a grace that may inspire someone else.
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Sharon Mowery lives in Fairfield Glade. Her column appears regularly in the Glade Sun.