So I'm sitting here doing something I'd swore, once I completed my Education degree, I'd never do again: REFLECTING. Ugh. It's like a vicious circle... Do something. Think about. Do it again. Think about it again. And on and on and on...
It's only day 11 of consciously giving thanks each day for something. And it's hard, harder than I thought. What's ironic is that it's hard, once you start thinking about it, picking just one thing to be thankful for. Because, ding! ding!, it doesn't have to be some big, huge, colossal life altering thing that you're thankful for - just one thing.
I had also told myself that I would find something different to be thankful for every day... because seriously who wants to read: I am thankful for the paramedic every day? I mean: yawn. Now, when I told the paramedic that I could not publicly (is it public if two people read it?) give thanks for him everyday because that is sappy, uncreative, annoying and dull - his response was that he would be okay with that. Instead, (sappy statement coming up), I promised to continue thanking him everyday in various ways ;-). But - I think he might be a closest narcissist - he said he was okay with daily public thanks. And who said we are complete opposites??
Today was about giving thanks for the little things and I have three:
1. This thanks is three part: I am thankful that I am neither the mother nor the teacher of the two brats running around the ice rink today who came to complete (momentary) stop when I pointed out that while I could not stop them from running amok around the rink, I was certainly not okay with them jumping all over the bench I was sitting on. I am also thankful my teacher voice hasn't gotten rusty. I am also thankful that my child did not actually die of embarrassment.
2. I am thankful that I make the paramedic laugh out loud - even when it is unintentional. I don't think my child and I would actually kill each other if I was to home school him so I'm not sure why the paramedic thinks the idea of homeschooling would be a cross between slapstick comedy and a disaster flick.
3. And, as my sleep patterns are off and I've gone back to my night owl ways, I am very thankful to have reconnected with my childhood insomniac friend so I have someone to talk to after midnight. I am also thankful he reluctantly answers my "what are you thankful for?" each night with his sardonic meets sappy wit. Isn't it amazing how much you don't realize you miss someone until they come waltzing back in... again. ;-)
