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Monday Gratitude Journal Post

I feel so fortunate this week. Let me name you the reasons why.

  • My blog is on it’s way to being a big girl’s site. Read about how I was feeling in February.
  • I created beautiful pictures that I am proud of and are so ME to use in the redesign.
  • I wrote and edited the heck out of a piece for International Women’s Day on self-bullying that was the best I could write. It’ll be published on another site to link back to me! That’s what bloggers do, you see.
  • My anxiety is at bay. No more swirling vortex episodes in over a year.
  • I am hosting a creativity challenge and am so happy to be in community with all these lovely people! I am a rich woman in my soul.
  • My daughter Fiona is turning 7 this week. She is happy and beautiful and a blessing to everyone she meets.
  • My son is so talented and engaged in using his talents, it’s all I ever want for kids his age, especially him.
  • I am moving forward, not stalled and frozen, in so many ways.

That concludes my Monday gratitude journal post. I hope everyone is feeling the hope of Spring or Fall in your own worlds. And you sleep well this evening.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Being Thankful (What Else Would I Write About)

The burble and hustle of the holidays are about to spill over the edge of my life. Before I put my head down and belly up to my ” We are All Event Planners ” position, I’d like to pause and tell you the reasons why I do any of this. A few of the numerous things I am grateful for at this time of the year. I am grateful for:

The food that I prepare but did not grow.

The kindness of the children I birthed.

The afternoon sunbeam through my window.

The garden dirt I potentially can grow stuff in.

The clean water I have to drink.

The secret hidden stash of Lindt chocolate.

The 14 year old lumpy mattress I sleep on.

The 56 year old man I sleep next to.

The freedom I have to move about my life without terror.

The space I have to live in error.

And the friends and family I have to share all my joys and sorrows with.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone in all places for contributing to the wonderful world I live in. I am grateful for you too.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Is My Life a Problem or a Pleasure?

I woke up this morning doubting my ability to accurately decide if I was living a good life. “Is my life a problem or a pleasure”, I asked myself. I questioned my decision on this day being a good one or a bad one because I truly hadn’t lived any of it yet. Yet, how often do my thoughts on my life then immediately lead to feelings about my life, good or bad? 

What we focus on, be it the things that we need to “fix” or the things that we’re grateful for, determines our feelings about our lives. How we feel about our life is all we have to decide if we like living them or not. Having the “trappings” of a good life, like wealth or social status, does not guarantee that inside, people still don’t feel good about their lives.

If I decide that my life is hard and problematic, then I’m probably not going to be enjoying my life as I await the next thing to go wrong or the shoe to drop. Waiting for catastrophe is a choice I made for a long time.

Is My Life a Problem or a Pleasure? on Shalavee.comBut is I decide that I am living a charmed life, which I surely am, and that I have it pretty good today, then I am able to smile and appreciate my day more and be grateful for the pleasure of living this lie. How many times do you see other people grumbling and ungrateful and you think, “Don’ t they know how lucky they are?” That’s all of us. Each of us able to enjoy and be grateful for our gifts every day, not just at Christmas. A half full day awaits you.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

My Cup is Half Full

A cold rainy day has driven me to light the fire and my favorite smelly candle. My first cup of earl grey tea for the season has been brewed.

There’s a lull between holiday storms. Thanksgiving is only leftovers and memories and Christmas is still contained in lists. And I am maintaining a ‘be here now mindset’ as the calendar moves ever onward and may to try to hijack me and my anxieties with “all the things” to come.

Gratitude and appreciation keep us grounded. I am grateful that this old gas fireplace is still lighting after a dozen years in service. That I am still able to buy Paddywax’s Ralph Wald Emerson candle from their Library collection.My cup is half full on Shalavee.com

For the fact that we have money in savings for Christmas this year. And that family will visit to see Fiona in her première performance of the Nutcracker.

I have plenty of time to say what needs saying. And I have plenty of words to do that with. I m also infinitely grateful for all the eyes that take in my words and appreciate them.

My cup is half full only if I think it is. So today, I think it is.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Thank You to Me

In an effort to regain the self-trust momentum I seem to have lost of recent, I thought I might take a moment to appreciate myself. Throw my humble self a slice of gratitude pie and see where it sticks. So here’s what I am grateful to myself for this past week.

Thank you for not judging my body and telling me I’m fat or imperfect.

Thank you for dressing me in comfortable clothing that also flatters me.

Thank you for taking me to the gym just enough to know I went this week.

Thank you for asking for support from your community when you were feeling wobbly. You let me see that many more people think the better of you than you think.

Thank you for making the appointment to see the doctor and ask for a little help despite the stigma of anxiety. Thank you for being my hero.

Thank you for making the soup and getting my eyebrows waxed and hair trimmed.

Thank you for letting me play and redecorate in my house with my stuff/toys to make it pretty for November.

Thank you for cleaning out the freezer and mopping the kitchen floor.

I will be exercising my gratitude muscle a little more this week of Thanksgiving. We all need a built-in excuse to be thankful every now and again.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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