Today is about gratitude.
Giving and getting love.
Life and death.
Finding things in people that I admire.
Curiosity, Confidence, Courage, Consistency, and Clarity.
Red wine and a fireplace.
Susan Scot Fry
I was wondering yesterday evening if I’d failed in being grateful. But, no. I hadn’t. Being grateful doesn’t mean a continual existence of the high that comes with the initial warm fuzzy flush. It’s easier to feel gratitude when it’s not confused with intoxication. It’s like ‘keeping Christmas in your heart year round.” We humans aren’t hard wired to maintain those highs. That’s why they’re called highs. Because they aren’t normal. They’re extraordinary. Lovely, but not the goal.
I have to allow myself to be okay with not being blissful all the live long day and then consequently get down on myself for feeling down. I have not failed as a happy person if there’s an absence of tra-la-la cartoon birds fluttering about my head and have already digested my spoonful of sugar.