Say hello to my little friend.
This lil’ fella sits on my bookcase at work.
He’s my Thanksgiving chair. I ordered him after I heard a message about a human-sized Thanksgiving chair—one that we should all (metaphorically) sit in as we waddle/push/sprint through life.
What I heard that day was this: the key to big miracles is being thankful for the small ones.
When life’s no fun—whether you’re swirling in a self-inflicted stupid storm or you’re just being pelted by the universe and there ain’t nothing you can do about it, sit in that moment in your Thanksgiving chair and look again through grateful eyes. Look for the good.
There’s a reason my bud is perched in primo real estate—directly in my eye line—in the room where I spend a lot of my awake hours. I need a daily reminder.
So, every Thursday, I’m going to settle in to my chair and share something(s) I’m thankful for. Nothing’s too trite (can I get a “squee” for comfy-cute shoes?) or too obvious (I woke up? In one piece? Yay!).
As a chronic, self-inflicted stupid storm sufferer, I can’t wait to share, out loud, what I’m grateful for. Hope you’ll join me, too.
This week, I’m thankful for our summer schedule—which means there’s no 8am bell to beat. We’re still rushing to get out the door. And, in those moments, I’m grateful for frozen waffles and the boys’ detangling spray that douses their bed head in a skinny minute.
I’m thankful for after-work sunshine, those magic beams that light up the street for play. I’m grateful that my husband, who’s barely in the door before the boys are pushing him back out of it, will lace up his sneaks and chase a training-wheel-free bike around the block.
I’m especially thankful for Lindsay Edwards this week—my encouragement and blog knowledge guru—the push I needed to go public with my notes.
So, how about you? Share your Thursday Thanks. I want to hear!