Well Smack Me Upside the Head

So I'm working with this whole gratitude idea. Be grateful for everything you can be. In the midst of awfulness, being grateful for what you have is, in theory, supposed to wean me of the negativity I've felt and expressed over these last few years. Negativity becomes a life-style and it's not positive. On Wednesday, I wrote about where I am in my journey toward embracing gratitude.

I go home tired. It's been a long week. My arthritis has been active this week in more ways than one. I'm not sleeping through the night without awakening. Gratitude. Gratitude. Remember this. I go down the front steps and get the mail and there is an envelope addressed to me with no return address. The handwriting sort of looks familiar. I tear it open and a $50 Target card falls out.

No, the symbolism is not lost on me. Mr. Anonymous strikes again. How long has this been going on? Is it up to 2 years now? I never, ever count on these things arriving in the mailbox. I never, ever think, "Well, isn't it about time for the anonymous gift card?"

Every time one shows up in the post, I am overcome. Someone, some where is getting a great deal of happiness in sending these to me. They drop this in the post and know, is a few days, I'm going to be standing in my living room marveling at someone's generosity and kindness towards me. Dare I say it? I am filled with gratitude at this. I am always, always delightfully surprised.

I need furnace filters. The orthopedic doctor recommended resuming the glucosamine/chondroitin regimen although I'm not completely convinced it's doing anything to help. It's Valentine's Day next week. I could stand a bag of Valentine M&M's with peanuts for myself. I can make $50 do a lot.

Thank you to whomever is this mysterious benefactor. I think you're enjoying this. You certainly drove home the point that gratitude is a good state of mind.

Beverage:  English Breakfast tea

Deb