When I’m ready I will listen
When I’m ready to know
Like a flower, I can blossom
When I’m ready to grow
Please don’t answer any questions
That I haven’t yet asked
When I’m ready, I will listen
And you can tell me at last…
Going through the checkout at my favorite little grocery store, one of my favorite cashiers, Trish wasn’t her usual chipper self.
“What’s up?” I asked while loading my stuff onto her conveyor.
“Aw, it’s this Hurricane Wilma comin at us.”
“Why?” I asked, I mean this is South Florida.
We are winding up Hurricane Season 2005. Both 2004 and 2005 broke records. Sure, we’re all tired, but criminey this is just Wednesday, Wilma ain’t due til breakfast Saturday.
She said, “Awh, I’m gonna have to take care of two houses, do all the prep, get all the stuff and run around checking on my Mom and...” her voice trailed off, her head down as she slid my purchases over the scanner.
“Sweetie, you’re a Daughter, A Mom and a Grandma, get over it.”**
“You’re right. I have a lot of people to love!” And suddenly she was beaming.
Being a fifty year old woman, something I have been for the past eighteen months, has brought the knowing that it really is that easy to shift from seeing the glass as half empty to seeing it as half full.
This from a woman who used to see the glass as not only half empty, but all chipped up at the rim with possible glass shards floating in the drink.
It wasn’t easy coming to this awareness, not easy, but pretty simple (kinda catchy formula there.)
Teresa Romain was coaching me and she strongly suggested I start keeping a Gratitude Journal. It was not a new idea to me, I’d read Simple Abundance years before that and I thought that just saying Thank You a lot and occasionally thinking about how grateful I was and once in a while sending a card would be enough. And I know all of you know it, and still I’m going to say again, there is power in writing it down – whether it’s your Intentions or Goals or Gratitude.
So the Gratitude Journal became a part of my life.
Write ten things every day that I am grateful for.
Simple, not easy, especially not at first.
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