So many things to be grateful for all day long. It's getting hard to pick out which to mention!
I didn't expect that would be the challenging part about keeping a gratitude blog.
Tonight what first comes to mind is the group of friends who came over tonight for tea and to talk about a selection from Chapter 19 of the MN. Beverly, Christian, Louise, and Suzanne, thanks for coming over tonight.
To me our gathering is the perfect way to spend an evening. And Louise, thanks for the idea of doing a dharma talk on the fifth Tuesdays. I think that's worth thinking about.
At the meeting I shared about an unexpected effect of my New Year's resolution to end each day with a post about Gratitude:
Yesterday I did my laundry. When I opened the dryer door, I saw blue ink stains on my favorite shirt. The plastic barrel of the bottom of the pen fell to the tiled floor as I pulled out the rest of the clothes in dismay. A small coiled spring bounced away. I assessed the damage. The plaid boxer shorts escaped undamaged, but my two favorite shirts are ruined. My first reaction was ordinary: I cursed quietly and accused myself of carelessness.
To my surprise, my mind quickly abandoned its self-flagellations. I discovered my self-talk had become more useful. I could hear myself say, "I must remind myself to check all the pockets more carefully."
This more positive self talk did not result from any major effort to abandon negative self talk and replace it with positive self talk; instead, I felt surprised to be so nice to myself. It was like two surprises, one right after the other. The first surprise was the ink spots, the second surprise the compassionate self talk.
My theory is that the second surprise, the kinder and gentler me is the result of this gratitude blog.