Oops! Saturday Gratitude Post on Sunday — 03/02/2014

I don’t often forget this post, but I was so busy with painting, and bingo, and a hot dog supper, I forgot to write my Saturday Gratitude Post.

Of course, I am grateful for all of those activities — I really appreciated yesterday.  I feel much more relaxed now, and I got this way by not sitting around the apartment.  Somewhat counter-intuitive, that seems, but I listen now to my family, my friends, and my psychologist, instead of depending solely on my intuition.  I don’t know if I will ever get over my sheer laziness, but I am doing better than I have in the past, and I am certainly grateful for that!

Painting class was interesting yesterday.  Our instructor is a big man with a nasty temper, and though I really like him, I don’t cross him — easier for both of us.  One of my classmates invited a man from another building to come to class, and this fellow turns out to be a non-stop talker as well as a reasonably good painter.  The woman who invited him didn’t introduce him to B., the teacher; they simply sat down and started talking and painting.  Suddenly, B. took his painting off the easel and walked out — without a word.

I waited for ten minutes, and then I excused myself and headed upstairs to see what was wrong.  As I suspected, B. was stomping mad, both that his student hadn’t even introduced her friend, and because the other fellow talked so loudly for so long about his method of painting that B. felt he couldn’t get in a single word.  He said he was going to stop the class, that he intended it for in-house residents only, and that he felt like going back downstairs and punching someone.

I knew better than to reason with him.  This was his thing, and if he couldn’t calmly ask for quiet, I wasn’t about to do it for him.  I headed back downstairs and went back to work on my figs.

I share this incident because, when I stopped to think a minute, I remembered that same behavior as my modus operandi for most of my life.  I still catch myself reacting that way, but now I recognize the warning signs, and usually stop myself long before I put my foot through a door, like I did when I was in seventh grade.  (I know I’ve written about this, but I can’t find the post.  Must have been a chapter in my autobiography.  I’ll try to track it down.)  However, I am far from being free from my old passive-aggressive self, and I realized how ugly and immature I’d always been with those reactions.  This reinforced my plan to avoid that tactic, and to face my life straight on, without dodging, triangulating, and dragging others into my drama.

For that reminder, and that renewed resolve, I am monumentally thankful.

All else is well — Mom’s hand surgery was a success, and we had a lovely dinner the night before with my sister M. And my nephew N., who turns 15 this week.  The rest of my family is doing well, and once again, I can see that I am a very lucky woman.  For that, and for all the blessings in my life, I am grateful, and offer up my thanks to the universe.


Saturday Gratitude Post — February 22, 2014

I am so grateful, today.  I stopped this morning to think about the blessings I enjoy, and how I came to understand them so late in my life.  I am surrounded by family and friends who love me, and who want to see me succeed.  That is very gratifying.  I used to believe the people I knew, who wished me well, also had expectations I would never be able to meet.  Time and circumstance collaborate to teach me that love, friendship, encouragement, and even constructive criticism  are all gifts, from others to me.  I had best learn from them and appreciate their inherent value.

I am thankful for the many people who choose to receive and to read my writing.  Each person reading this post can take some credit for my continuing blogging successes, and if I could, I would love to thank each of you personally for your gifts of support, argument, questioning and seeking deeper knowledge.  I know the exchange between us, a function of this blogging relationship, strengthens me, and pushes me toward more in-depth writing, as well as deeper self-understanding.  Thank you, each of you, for heaping these blessings on me.

I saw my diabetes nurse-practitioner this week, and I believe we are finally dialing in my insulin levels.  This is the first time in decades that I am maintaining a solid <180 blood glucose.  I am more than happy to admit that small adjustments to my insulin doses make huge differences in not only my physical health, but also in my sense of self-confidence and self-worth.  I am very happy to be alive and interested and interacting with the world around me.

I could go on for days and still not list all the truly positive aspects of my life.  And even though I don’t mention everything for which I am thankful, I dwell now in a more solid sense of appreciation for the world around me, and for my life.  I know I say this every week, but truly, I am a lucky woman, and I live with  sincere thanks for my every moment on our lovely world.

Saturday Gratitude Post — 02/15/2014

It’s Saturday evening, here in Maine, and we are supposed to get our second significant snowstorm in as many days.  I must begin this post with great thanks that all the people I know and love, who are traveling today, have so far arrived safely, and I hope the same for all travelers.

Speaking of traveling, my best friend and big sis, S., had a ticket to fly up for my Dad’s surprise 80th birthday, but the airline cancelled her flight a couple of days in advance.  We all wish you could have been with us, S., and Dad knows what happened with the ticket.  He was really happy you were planning to attend.  Maybe for his 85th!  He looks terrific and was really surprised when he arrived — not always an easy surprise to pull off.

I did see some of my sisters, and a couple of cousins, whom I hadn’t seen in a very long time.  When my cousin M., and his wife K., are around, we laugh like we’re out of control.  Today was no different.  I also rode to the party with my sister DB, and home with M., so we all got a chance to catch up.  Lots of fun.

Mom received some good news this week — her right hand is growing more numb by the day.  Now she has seen a specialist, and they are going forward with the surgery.  Yay!!  I know this will make life easier for her in so many ways.  I am really thankful that you hooked up with such a good specialist, Mom.

I am, as always, grateful for my life, my health, my lovely little home, my family, and all of the good people with whom I surround myself.  I feel well, and I’m making a point to enjoy every minute of each day, to the best of my ability.  I completed three paintings this week, but I just painted over the last with white — I want to try the same subject, surf, again from the start.  Most of my readers will understand when I say how much fun this new hobby is — I look at my finished work, and I get all bubbly with joy and satisfaction.  I do need to slow down, though — I can see going through $100s-of-dollars-worth of canvasses in just a few days.

I consider all of my blessings, and I count myself one of the most fortunate women in the world. That makes me smile!