Gratitude…….a noun. Meaning to feel thankful for something. From the Latin Gratis (to please) and Tudin (to actively feel). Wow, I always impress the heck out of myself when I remember my high school Latin. Remembering the college Latin course is so much easier as I was older then and it isn’t so far in the distant past!
Gratitude is active. It doesn’t remain static, instead it changes, grows…sometimes recedes.
I am grateful for many things in my life. The fact that I HAVE one is top of my list. Every single day, no matter the pain from sciatica and a couple of compressed to the point of non-existence discs in my lovely lumbar region, I am exceedingly grateful to simply be alive.
I am grateful for my best friend, my husband of 30 years. He’s steady, responsible and loving. I am grateful he loves ME. I am not the easiest person on the planet to love and yet he does so, and shows it every hour of the day (when he’s awake that is).
I am grateful for the city in which we live. Talk about Mayberry on steroids! It is a 1950’s attitude of a town when neighbors loved and looked out for each other with a 21st century vibe and amenities.
I am exceedingly grateful for our cottage. I am MORE grateful for the man who sold it to us on a handshake. Yes, it is that kind of town. Our finances were in the toilet along with our credit rating, yet this lovely man “liked the look of us”, shook our hands and said “sold”.
I am grateful that this town has volunteers for just about every service, from healthcare to home repair.
There are quite literally thousands of things that i feel grateful about…even (are you ready for this?) the idiots in office that drive me rabidly angry. It stirs my blood, makes me focus, gives me a windmill to tilt towards each day. It gives me a reason to argue, protest and rabble rouse………which after all is what i have been doing since the 1970’s. I’d feel quite simply lost without someone or something to protest.