The whole idea of avoiding formal gratitude measures has worked fairly well for the past fifteen years or so. The notion that there is a need for a massive industry out there selling us normal folks the idea that we should be grateful for our lots in life and appreciate all we do have really annoys me. Sure, I enjoy a beautiful sunset and a snuggle with a squirming puppy as much as the next person, but that there are people out there who make millions of dollars selling the concept of gratitude as if it is something new tends to rub me the wrong way. And, truth be told, I’m sometimes contrary.
However, the last five years has really kicked my arse. And I know there are humans out there who have it far, far worse than do I. So I also understand that my state of grump is a privilege of its own sort…
And I started typing this four days ago or so, and I stopped. Not because I don’t have more words, but, really…what the heck do I think I am trying to do here? Justify my grumpy through industry blaming? The long and short of it is that I’ve got to try something to get me out of my state of horrible. Apparently, sitting around on my arse (why does auto correct always change that word to arsenal?) and grumbling just isn’t going to make life better, cure my mom’s cancer, or make the farm a place I care about being. And, since I don’t have any other brilliant ideas hiding in the dusty boxes in the barn, I’m going for starting a blog and trying out this whole gratitude thing.
Given the whole four days between starting and ending a post, I’m not off to the best start. Granted, I worked two of those days, but that probably doesn’t justify such a sluggish typing speed. Like I said, I’m going to give this whole gratitude thing a try…so, today I’m grateful that I have a ridiculously adorable pug puppy who only nibbles fingers occasionally. Let’s face it, I’m grateful for her everyday. Did I mention she snores? Louder than I do sometimes. I am also grateful that I got the ugliest gift at the ornament exchange. I am grateful that I have toasty socks for when it is so dang cold out. And I am also grateful that when I walked up the hill tonight at 11:17 Jack, one of the donkeys, only gave a half bray of hello instead of his full on heehaw howdy. It’s a little late for such a greeting.
In reality, I should write something much more interesting for my third post, but that’s all I have at the moment. I probably should explain more things in more ways which include more details. Not tonight. Oh, I’m also grateful for the cousin who brought the rocky road to the ornament exchange and left a ton of it behind. I probably should not have eaten half of that ton tonight, but I’m still grateful. The past few years I’ve been in a Christmas cookieless sort of social scene. Christmas just isn’t the same without the cookies.
I’m just someone trying to figure out how to juggle ten acres, work, a mama with stage four cancer, and a whole lot of grumpy. This blog started out as “Grumpy Gal’s Guide to Gratitude,” but since all I really keep typing about is the garden, I figured I might as well own it! So, thanks for joining me as I try and figure out how the heck to kick myself in the booty and get on with life.