Since yesterday, my heart had a strong desire- to sing. To raise the glass high and keep the words pouring out, sing about the way I was feeling.
Till recently, I was quite negative in terms of my mental bearings. I would compare myself incessantly with others, and prod myself to painful heights about how I had nothing going on in my life.
Like a closet full of clothes and nothing to wear, I had a life filled with memories and nothing to celebrate.
I wasn’t always this person, who was nitpicking at herself to misery. Once upon a time, I wouldn’t have even worried about the things that bother me today. I even made a new year’s resolution this year, to develop into a person with a positive attitude.
I have also been recently enjoying reading Monika’s blog and her gratitude series, which has inspired me to change my mindset in some ways. I even did an Instagram detox(as much as I dislike that word) a while back to clear the fog in my brain.
The solution for me, I figured out, is to regain that gratitude for life and learning to love the smaller everyday moments. I have done a post on being grateful months back, and I want to regain that zest for my life again.
So I thought to myself, why not start on a clean slate? And as they say, ‘baby steps, girl, baby steps.’ The journey to practicing gratitude and joy for life’s precious moments has to begin somewhere, right? So I thought I’d recount some happy moments in my life, to put things in perspective and to count my blessings.
1.It felt like a pleasant walk down memory lane, when I came across this photograph of myself as a kid.
I was an introverted child who had just one close friend in real life, and many imaginary ones I spoke to at home. I wasn’t mischievous by any means, but this moment captured is so candidly me, to those who know me very personally. Looking back, I realize that my childhood was blissfully slow, filled with happy innocence and something I cherish as an adult.
Plus, I was the model baby and child who never cried and was quiet almost all the time. I hope I am as lucky as my parents were, in my own future. 😛
2.It has taken me years, and I mean, years to come to the point of saying this- ‘Thank you, dear body’. I feel grateful for having a body that is able and ready to move through life. I suffered greatly from dissatisfaction with my physique for a long time. I resented the extra weight I once carried and shed it all. But mentally, I wasn’t able to move boulders.
Today, I have developed a peacefulness with my eating habits and body that I lacked for a long time. I enjoy what’s on my plate without getting anxious, and I workout to make my body stronger.
I see food as fuel and as a treat to enjoying life every single day, not to loathe myself for eating dessert everyday. Therefore, my mind and body are getting to a happier place.
3.I am so utterly grateful to lead a very comfortable life here in the US, thanks to my husband. He gives me the same level of comfort that my parents worked hard for all their lives for me. I don’t have a job here (yet), but I am still able to afford all of life’s necessities and get a lot of my wants fulfilled too.
We are home owners before the age of 30, and we get to travel to beautiful places locally several times a month. We dine out every week, and do not have to worry about tightening the purse strings. But we are budget conscious folks in this home, and do spend sensibly most of the time. Considering doing this on a single person’s income, I feel grateful for leading a cushy existence. Thank you for all this and more, husbandman.
4.I feel grateful for being able to write, regularly and out of the blue. I feel grateful knowing that I can pick up a pen or type away on my laptop keyboard, and get the words to flow. I do suffer from writer’s block every now and then, but nothing that has been very challenging.
I attribute this to being an emotional person, and feeling all the feels in all the spectrum. Because I feel, I write. That was the reason I started this blog, and why it will continue to be the most authentic digital version of me. Here’s an electronic piece of my soul bared for all to see.
5.I feel gratitude for all the people in my life, who have impacted me in singular ways special to them. I find it extremely hard to keep in touch with people, but these peeps in my life are so understanding! They make me so happy with each conversation, advice and gestures they take time out from their lives for me. #touched
This one is dedicated to my family, school and college buddies, workplace colleagues who turned into close confidantes, my circle of friends here in the US and of course, my lifeline-my husband. 🙂
6.This might sound borderline narcissistic, which my husband says I partly am. (And here I was, thanking him and all. :P) But the truth is, I am grateful to myself for sailing through life. From the lows in life that brought me down to highs that had me in cloud nine, I survived. From bad exam scores, public embarrassments, moody days that had me crying so hard to marrying my husband, earning my own money, learning to cook and learning to love myself; I survived.
I am happy to wake up every morning in a safe and secure environment, fill my belly, have the luxury of doing nothing and still living life to the fullest. This is a privilege for me, and one that I wish to acknowledge publicly. Also, I deserve a kick in my bum if I ever think otherwise.
I have the privilege of being here right now, and knowing I am not battling any life-threatening situations. I am alive, and I am thankful.
Do you guys maintain a gratitude journal, or do you generally strive to count your blessings? What are your thoughts? Let’s chat in the comments section below. 🙂
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