I live a boring life. That’s one of the things I am most grateful for as I get older. For the most part my life is without “drama” and it suits me just fine. I like security and routine and reliability. I like politeness and congeniality. I like beauty and cleanliness and order.
I live a comfortable life. I have a roof over my head and plenty of food. I have clothes to wear and several kinds of entertainment. I have a good job. I have a little extra money. I drive a nice truck. If I think of things I am “lacking” I’m wise enough to realize that half the world doesn’t have what I have. My parents never lived as comfortably as I do now.
I live a healthy life. Sure, I’m fat. I’m working on that…a little. But I don’t drink, smoke, gamble, take drugs, or do any number of reckless things that might endanger my health. I’m not living in an environment that poses a hazard to my health. I don’t have to deal with a lot of smog, pollution, overcrowding, crime, or contaminated water. And I have health insurance, medications that seem to be making a difference, and a great doctor.
I live a happy life. I have friends who give me support and understanding. I have a job I enjoy. I have hobbies that keep me busy and interested in life. I have a good husband who has been my friend and companion for more than half my life.
I live a blessed life. I am a Christian and I believe in the power of prayer. I am blessed by Jesus more than I deserve and forgiven for more sins than I care to enumerate.
Gratitude. We need to remember, at least once a year, to be thankful.

Beautiful, thoughtful and poised. Thank you for being part of my life.
Posted by: Megan | November 21, 2009 at 08:38 AM