All month, friends have been posting their daily gratitude lists. I didn't feel like it. Not because I'm not thankful, but because it felt redundant to me. Of course I'm thankful for my husband, my sons, my home, my life, and it probably does bear repeating and voicing at least once a year, so I can't really explain my hesitance. Maybe I just like bucking the trend. Perhaps I have a streak of stubbornness which resists conforming. Perhaps.
I am thankful for many seemingly unimportant things. I was just reading, Gratitude is Saving Me, by Nanea Hoffman. I follow her Sweatpants and Coffee page on Facebook. It's uplifting. In this article, she writes about what she is grateful for.
My list of little, somewhat weird, things I am grateful, my "shiny bits" goes something like this:
- It's looking in the Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop Tart box, finding it empty, then discovering the one I'd wrapped back up and tucked up on top of the bread box a couple days before, because eating two seemed overindulgent. (Just happened this morning. Joy!)
- The feel of a leaf or pine needles on a tree.
- Discovering a long, forgotten letter inside a favorite book.
- Re-watching The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, and remembering what being a child was like, the happy parts. Which also brings back memories of when my boys were little and their world was filled with imagination and wonder.
- Rocks, all kinds. Big, small, rough, smooth.
- Ribbon, lace, buttons. Pretty little treasures.
- Board games and board game pieces, like the Monopoly race car, dog, and thimble. The Clue wrench and knife, and remembering how my Barbie really loved the candlestick! Chess pieces! Checkers! Dominoes! Dice! Scrabble!
- The feel and smell of books.
- Bookmarks.
- Coffee, with a touch of half and half, on a cold morning.
- The way the sunlight peeks in through the blinds.
- Opening boxes of stored autumn and Christmas decorations.
- The sound of rain.
- The first snowfall.