Sweet Surprises

Published December 13, 2018 by tindertender

I love it when I’m doing laundry and find money I didn’t know I had. The surprise of an extra $32 has me dreaming of what it will buy.

Another sweet surprise is the fact that working overtime is actually a pleasure. The company I now work for is like working for extended family, family you choose. While it gets dark outside and I’m still there, I am happy, knowing that I am doing all I can toward the success for all who spend so much of their time there.

I did not have to make dinner tonight … it was made for me. All I had to do was serve myself.

I squeezed in time to wash a load of laundry. That will be one less load I have to do this weekend.

The additional DMSO cream I purchased arrived today, making cuts and scrapes disappear quicker than ever before! My tattoo is nearly healed, ready for the finishing touches.

Peace has found me … or is it I who have found peace?

I hope it lasts this time … it seems after reprieve something always comes along to stretch capacity once more. These trials … I’d like to call them blessings, but to be honest, I do not know what the outcome will be when all is said and done.

Since uncertainty is the case, I set myself to counting blessings. When I get frustrated, I try to state inwardly a list of all that I am grateful for. This is an amazing practice that can turn a foul and dark situation into light once more, rather quickly too.

It can be difficult at times to find anything good in life, so it is best to start out ridiculously small … as in, I am grateful to be breathing … or I am grateful to have hair … or a jacket in the rain … or a fur baby who adores me … or sight, to see the patterns in the sky, or rocks, or in anything at all … or the ability to hear, or taste, or sense that which seems to be beyond the visual.

I am grateful for the capacity to choose to be calm, when at one time I would rage. I am grateful to be at the point of recognizing myself in others … some at a stage I once was at, some at a stage where I aspire to be some day.

I am grateful for life … this blessing that is often difficult to comprehend.

This treasure …

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