I’ve started to notice that there is something about being grateful that seems to change my way of being in the world. And it seems to me to be another aspect of this notion of having a choice.
I can find something or someone to be grateful for. Even if it’s just a regular everyday thing, like breakfast. I can think or say to myself: “I’m so grateful for this delicious breakfast.” And of course, I have the choice not to be grateful for my delicious breakfast. I could choose, instead, to be thinking about where I will go for lunch, or what I will make for dinner. Or I could think that I wished I had gone to the grocery store so that I had something different for breakfast. I could think how I wish it would stop raining or about how I’d rather be sleeping, maybe. I could choose any number of thoughts. But the days I choose gratitude have a different sort of trajectory, and it looks something like this: I love my life because I love my life. Or even more simply: I love my life.
And just in case you are thinking, “well, that’s easy for her, this gratitude, she’s a princess: I would mention here that there have been times in my life when my deeply-held princess belief would have seemed a little far fetched. Let’s see: tragic, disastrous relationship(s) with far-reaching consequences. Subsequent years of depression. Lots of drama. Your basic nightmare situation. I could have stayed in that way of thinking. Real easily. But then it steadily began to dawn on me that I could choose otherwise. I could choose to be grateful for my delicious breakfast.
And what about you? What happens when you move through your day in gratitude?