Is that question about some measurement of gratitude?
Or could it be one of frustration?
Regarding some people, some things, some days – I can’t get enough.
And some days, I’ve had way more than enough.
No matter how much I might grumble at some momentary problem – I’m never given more than I can handle, never given more than I can manage, never given more than I can survive. Proof is, that I’m here, not suffering, not surviving – but really thriving. Lucky me.
I exchanged emails yesterday with someone I’m very appreciative of – he’s helped me out a number of times. He’s just left his work, gone on long term disability. His email told me he’s been diagnosed with Parkinson’s Plus. My first reaction was to wonder if the Plus meant you get frequent flier points …
Looking it up I didn’t find much Plus about it – it’s really a horrid thing. My hope for him is that he has been miss-diagnosed, or that he can defy the odds.
Seems to be, whether we’ve had it up to here or feel we are running on empty – that gratitude is called for. We are alive, awake and able to complain – and we should be all grateful for that. That we might complain about anything is just the silliness of life waiting to look us in the mirror and laugh.
I’ve not had enough.
I’ve got nothing seriously wrong that I know of. I’m so lucky.
Whether we count ourselves among the luck or the unlucky, we are here – in one condition or another, which is so much better than not being …
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -9C/16F, dusting of snow overnight, steady breeze drowning out traffic – sidewalks too slick, so we stuck to the grass (wasn’t I just in springtime in Victoria?) but Gusta seemed so happy to be putting her warm coat to use again