I am writing this so I never forget: Life is a gift.
Regardless of what I think I do or don’t have, lamenting over my supposed struggle, feeling sorry for myself or wishing things would be easier, I know that I am blessed.
I never go hungry, I have always had a bed to sleep on, a roof over my head, an able and healthy body, the opportunity to be independent and create abundance in my life, access to clean drinking water.
I wouldn’t want to invalidate my experience, but it always rocks me to my core when I remember that my weekly dilemmas don’t center around how and where I am going to find my next meal, but that I have so much food in my fridge that I need to figure out what to cook or it will go bad.
The struggle is real, I am not denying that, but so is gratitude. So is waking up every morning , from the blanket that kept you warm and the pillow that cradled your head, and cherishing this life for all that it is right here, right now.
To our growth,
Jean.