What am I grateful for?
There are a lot of things I am grateful for, and it’s only recently whilst I have been feeling ghastly with Covid-19, that I have had time to think in my self-isolation.
Above all, I’m grateful for having the freedom to choose. I make a number of choices everyday in complete freedom. I am free to make those choices as I consider myself of sound mind and those who really know me and have cared for me have never doubted this about me. I feel blessed to be able to express myself without censure and not feel cowed by any individual who may not like what I have to say.
I’m grateful for the mental and physical resilience I have shown myself over the years. I have felt absolutely awful half a dozen times in my life and these last couple of weeks have been no exception, yet even during the depths of feeling tired, unwell and sometimes defeated I’ve kept my sense of humour and put my well-being first. This is huge for me, but it always has been. I’m grateful for when I was very, very sick at times physically and on one occasion mentally, and finding the strength to always move forward, even though over the last couple of years there are times when I felt I was moving at a snail’s pace.
I’m grateful for the support I have. Some of that support is further away than I would like, but the support that has meant so much to me and is helping me get through this illness is unwavering in it’s faith in my strength and my very stable nature. Despite a recent poor attempt at gaslighting me, I remain very well anchored to earth and my truth. I’m grateful to my overwhelming sense of logic, my connection to myself that allows me to clearly discern what seems right and what is less right for me.
I’m grateful for the fact I feel grounded and honest with myself to not be affected by opinions of myself from others. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still my worst critic, but I’m learning to be much kinder to myself. I’m never going to one of those people willing to make others feel bad to promote my own selfish agenda. I know who I am and I’m definitely aware of who I am not. I’m lucky. I have an abundance of compassion and I know how to show it not just to those around me, but to myself too.
I’m grateful to still have hope and faith in whatever is coming to me, knowing what’s truly mine cannot be taken away from me. I can face the worst in myself, in full view of others, with pride in still being myself unapologetically. I’m finally in a place where I can let go and just go with the flow.
So taking stock of all, I have nothing to feel ashamed or fearful of, and for that I’m very grateful. 🙏🏽