This morning I'm sitting on the sofa with a to do list in hand, so exhausted that I can barely move. The onset of renovating our new home is going well, but the physical work is extremely taxing and I'm not even the one doing the bulk of it! Late nights of work and happy planning are requiring the hubster and I to dig deep. Welcome to a snippet of my midlife reality. :)
Nevertheless in the midst of the strain I find "thank yous" and "hallelujahs" rising. Thanksgiving always seems to smooth out the rough road for me. It lifts my sightline and keeps my focus on what is real, rather than temporary.
Certainly there are days when I choose a different option and mumble whiney complaints to myself, but after recognizing how counterproductive and inaccurate ungratefulness is, I generally rumble with the negative and shift my countenance.
When I remember that there is always someone who has it worse off than I do and that the strain is toward a good end, I recalibrate my perspective. Recognizing the good in every difficulty summons the strength and hope that might be lacking. In this way caring for myself is always as much an inside job as an outer one.
In the midst of challenges, how are you at turning your attention to all you have to be grateful for, pacing yourself and breathing in big gulps of thanks and internal rest?
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