Wake up, brain churning, moving toward the to-do list, sucked into its gravitational pull. But the list reeks of scarcity and scrambling.
Gratitude isn’t cosmic & significant this morning.
It’s dog videos and raisin toast and the kid in her unicorn shirt–looking the perfect combination of the baby she was & the grown person she’s quickly becoming.
Coffee with the boy. A quick strategy session built on strengths & abundance instead of lack. Dog antics. More coffee.
It’s been a tough year. But not as tough as it could’ve been.
That’s where I am with gratitude right now.