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Being Thankful...

January 15, 2019

Week 3:

Ever since I can remember, each morning my grandfather would sit on the side of his bed, legs dangling down towards the floor where his slippers waited patiently for him to adorn them, eyes closed, and silently he would begin to list off everything he was thankful for. For years I would watch him do this (growing up my dad and I lived with or next door to my grandparents practically my whole life), never knowing of fully understanding the reasoning behind it.  When I was about 9 or 10, I asked him. 
"Grandpa, why do you do that?"
"Why do I do what?"
"Sit there in the morning like that. Like your still sleeping.  Why do you do that?"
"Ooh Sarah, one day you will understand.  See, this is the only time I get a moment to remind myself all the things I have to be thankful for.  A very small moment before I need to start my day.  Sometimes, when the days are unbearably difficult and long, it's very hard to remember everything that is good in your life.  It's very easy to forget.  So I remind myself.  We have a house with a roof over our heads.  We have a warm place to sleep.  We have food for our bellies.  I have your grandma, and your dad and you and Sherry and Larry, we have a good family.   I have so much to be thankful for, and this is my time to remind myself that I am blessed."
"Love you"
"I love you too"

He was so right.  I swear he knew everything. 

I think we do need those quiet moments in the very beginnings of our days to remind ourselves what we have.  How very incredibly blessed we are. How rich our lives are before our feet ever hit the floor each morning.  

Years ago I began taking this practice up in my own life.  Sitting quietly, listing everything I have to be thankful for, each and every day.  My life is better for it. I thank him for this, every day.   You should try it, just for a week.  I promise you this - it wont be a waste of your time.

So, this morning as I lay in bed making my list - I noticed something that was different from last Tuesday morning - my legs didn't hurt.

Let me tell you something.  Last week, when I told y'all it hurt to walk after that first ballet class, I wasn't exaggerating, not one little bit.  I dreaded going to the bathroom, having to not only sit down, but stand up - oh my god it was so hard.  I could have cried a few times.  I had to walk down the stairs backwards more then once because it hurt less.  I was a disaster - but I made it through the week - and when Saturday came around, I went to ballet. I not only went, but I wanted to stay for the next class - I didn't, but I wanted to .  And my muscles didn't hurt and my mind was clear, I felt elated.  All I can think to explain it as, is it must be something like runners high.  That's all I can think.  So, Its official, I'm hooked again.

Tuesday morning, ballet went on my morning thankful list, right then and there.  I am so thankful for it.  I'm thankful of how it make me feel, how it clears my mind.  I’m thankful for the like minded friends I’m making. I’m thankful for the example it’s allowing me to set. I’m so incredibly thankful for the joy I feel when I’m in the studio....

So, maybe this week some of you will join me.  Maybe some of you each morning will take a few minutes to fill yourselves up with all the good in your lives before heading out the door. 

I hope you do.

Until next week,


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