I know its not Thursday but its been a rough couple of weeks and I want to take a moment while I have it, to remember 3 beautiful things in life because life really is incredibly beautiful but its our responsibility to take notice. So here are three beautiful things Thurday (3bt).
A Job. I am so grateful to have a job because so many struggle without one. I am also grateful to love what I do and to find meaning in it. I won’t lie, sometimes the lack of the big bucks makes me feel slightly guilty (you know the whole ‘she has so much potential’ parent-teacher discussions from childhood) but there are moments… like when a child’s civil rights are vindicated and you know they now have a chance at making it in this world… that make the ‘lack of big bucks’ guilt melt away as you revel in the priceless feeling of that moment.
Lunch. As a teacher I didn’t eat lunch, I inhaled it. 25 minutes set aside for lunch within which you must ensure washed hands, balanced lunch trays, drop offs, and pick ups and the occasional emergency intercom plea to come get Frankie who thought sticking a carrot up his nose would be a brilliant artistic gesture leaves you with very little time to eat! Now, a one hour lunch at a place of my choosing either alone in my thoughts or with a good friend chatting it up and enjoying the beautiful day makes lunch a beautiful thing, one I don’t take for granted.
Friends. I drafted a 3bt about three months ago. Quickly I typed 3bt and the following three words: Family. Diet Coke with lime. Friends. I found it ironic to come across this draft considering what happened. But for that very reason, I included friendship in my 3bt. The fact remains that though one friendship I mistakenly thought would last the test of time didn’t, doesnt mean friendship is not beautiful. True friendship is beautiful. It always was, it still is.
Feel better already.
Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens. -Kahlil Gibran.