Some mornings are worse than others. Some days I curse at other drivers because I am upset about my hours being cut (like c’mon a girls got bills to pay!). Sometimes I am an ungrateful, angry human-being.
Yes, that may have been me this morning. But, as I sit drinking espresso reading Not That Kind of Girl after receiving hours upon hours of love from the children I watch, I am so thankful…and I realize I need to set aside time to be thankful more often.
I am thankful that I have a part-time job that I enjoy, which allows for me to take day trips and enjoy coffee shops to my heart’s delight. I am thankful for my family because they put up with me blasting Pink Floyd’s The Wall, upon other records, at odd hours of the night and who keep my belly full of omelettes from Two Trees Cafe. I am thankful for my friends who know my “collecting” *cough* hoarding *cough* problem and don’t judge me for always having the newest Rolling Stones Collector’s Edition within days of it being available (I gave myself the Tom Petty one for Christmas). I am thankful even for friends that are sociopaths that make my life miserable, because each crazy or dramatic individual provides us with knowledge as well as unique experiences and conversations. I am thankful for my legs that let me run, even if it is slowly, because some cannot do the same.
No more grumpy mornings or road rage. More coffee and traveling and friends. More appreciation for what I have, rather than focus on what I have not. More thankfulness.