It’s not as if I were not grateful for the sunrise, the salmon for dinner, or the stinky of a puppy in need of a bath yesterday, but I didn’t really want to type about it. I suppose I should have. Skipping a day means I am most likely not moving past the grump with enough fortitude or the like. I know I should focus on things I can control or change in my own reality, but when my insurance is raised over 200 dollars because someone in charge killed the price sharing benefits my insurance company offered, that’s something I feel more than a little grumpy about. I can’t control the changes being made, but I get to suffer because of them. Hooray me…and everyone else whose life gets a little bit bleaker because of creepy people doing creepy things.
Today, we bought rusted drill bits from an estate sale which we will weld into new things. The husband is not good with secrets. so he already showed me the metal rose in progress. His bamboo was amazing. He should sell it. Of course, he would have to make more. The rose is just started, but it looks like a rose.
I am grateful that I can focus on something and get it done while still taking care of all of the things adults have to take care of these days. Adults have always had millions of things to take care of, so it’s not as if I really should pat myself on the back. Hooray, I pay my bills and occasionally dust. (Ok, I really never dust. What a waste of time!) Still, it seems as if adults are constantly being told by the world in general that we are failing at everything. We should be richer, thinner, smarter, faster, etc. Part of the whole gratitude thing is focusing on what we do have, and realizing we are enough. I do not feel as if I am enough. I need to work on that.
Right now I need to go work on filling the Kongs with the mushed up dog food and freezing them for the large puppy. She’s a beast now and gets through a Kong in five minutes. but at least they keep her occupied for some small bit of time.
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.