These pockets of in-overbookedness don’t happen often.
Rather than get a jumpstart on 53 things that needed jump-starting, I didn’t jump. And I sure as hell didn’t start. Not right away. A day brimming with a promise to put me ahead in everything where I was behind curtained sharply into a back-to-the-pillow nosedive.
The car got washed, the chicken, cooked (not grilled.)
And it’s 1:21 on Sunday morning, sleep time for another day of possibility, but I’m instead forging ahead to maybe close at least one gap – this A to Z Challenge. W, X, Y, and Z remain. One day remains in this weekend.
In this soccer season, two games (unless we miraculously make the state playoffs.)
What will I do with it? Be grateful for that extra sleep. For a clean car. For tardy gratitude, even #gratitudeandshit. I’m grateful for the universe-induced rest. For the gumption to want more. For the patience to settle for less.
What else has me feeling all #gratitudeandshit in late April? Well, you see …
1-Time with my team. I don’t care about the score. I sat down after another crushing loss and just told them. I. Don’t. Care. About the score. We put such a finite point on expectation. And before you know it, the season is almost over and you already miss it.
2-Aspiring writers who wander into my path. I so hope Marissa reaches back out. That I can help Jill. And so many other friends who just need someone to guide and believe. I’m here. Let’s write. The world needs your voice.
3-Time spent on the shore. Part of it was searching for sharks teeth with the family. Some was sitting alone, closing my eyes, and feeling the ocean in front of me. Recording it so I could bring back the sounds, which bring back the feel, for meditation at home.
4-Time before a match to talk to my team. Often, I miss the mark. I think I’m not the effective pre-game orator I once was. But it comes from the heart, like lumpy cookies that won’t end up in Better Homes & Gardens but are still delicious and fulfilling.
5-A clean desk. It’s a new look for me. My former boss challenged me. If I could keep it clean for two months, she and a colleague would each spring for $10 in snacks for me. You know how long $10 in snacks could last me? At least an afternoon!
6-Progress. I can see it. I can feel it. I’m still sickeningly sick knowing what I have left out, but there’s less of that. And less sickeningly sick. Even if I figure out how to get a true handle on it all, it’s in these struggling times I make the biggest gains.
7-Being closer to who I want to be. He’s in here, somewhere. He’s not one to be writing a post that should have gone live Saturday, at 1:35. He’s the one who would have had this scheduled, social media planned and for this a day ago.
(Note: I went to bed right after finishing that paragraph.)
8-Plans. Even when bumpy. For example, writing this post. It’s taken a longer and more circuitous route than a wristwatch from Wish. It’s written in pencil and hope! Just like all else, I aspire to do.
9-Connections worth waiting for. I read a quote this morning that says expectation is the root of all heartache. It’s that narrow focus to success I mentioned before. Also, we can’t control how others react – only how we do.
10-Little burger stands that stand the test of time. Any mom-n-pop joint. There’s a love in the recipes you can’t get from a chain. There’s a way someone’s grandmother made something delicious that someone decided to share with the rest of us.
What about you? #gratitudeandshit is a good thing, even if it’s late coming. What are you grateful for?
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