Silent gratitude isn’t very much use to anyone.
~ Gertrude Stein
Today, I had a gratitude adjustment.
We’ve all heard about the horrific events at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut today. I won’t recount or reframe the event, and I’m sure we all have our own thoughts.
I’m going through a “rough patch” in my life right now. It’s personal, I won’t burden you, but the ugly events at Sandy Hook Elementary hypnotized me for a while today, and it was enough to sink in and recalibrate my outlook.
Good Lord — compared to these poor folks in Newtown, Connecticut — these people whose every single moment from this morning on is a waking nightmare — my life is a festival, a feast, a rose garden.
It reminded me to keep gratitude close, and remember it always.
Yes, this is gratitude of the, “I cried because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet” variety. But any gratitude is better than no gratitude at all.
Today I went out for errands. My last stop was at a nearby Wal-Mart (yeah, I shop at Wal-Mart — don’t judge me). I was standing at the end of a very long pharmacy pickup line, and a older woman rolled up just behind me, having to angle her cart so that she wasn’t blocking the aisle. She made an annoyed noise that clued me in that she wanted to engage someone in conversation, someone she didn’t know from Adam (that is, me) and, as I suspected, wanted to vent.