Today I celebrate some small repairs that were done in my apartment by the handyman. He also did some work to prepare for the sheetrock that will be done next week.
I am also celebrating that I have the paint to do the doors and closets. There are four closets and eleven doors. I will be celebrating big time when I get this done! I may be awhile before the celebration because I am doing the painting. I don’t especially like painting so I have to give myself a pep talk to get started. Some days it works some days not.
I am also happy that I found the size air vent I need for the furnace closet door. I found it online now just have to order it.
The kitchen is still not done but I am hopeful that I will be celebrating its completion in the near future. This project has not gone as smoothly as hoped but I waited for twenty-one years to do this so a few more weeks is okay…sorta.
This weeks challenge was to be grateful for the kindness in our life; kindness witnessed, experienced or given. Another thought was to think before going to sleep at night about the kindness we witnessed and experienced during the day and perhaps say a prayer for or send good thoughts to the people who were kind. While thinking about what I would write about for this seventh week of the challenge I had a wake up call of sorts. I had a surprise…I didn’t like what I woke up to; light was shined on a couple of things I don’t like about myself.
It seems it is easier for me to remember the not so kind and ugly things I witness or experience than it is to remember the kind and beautiful things. When I think back on the day I tend to find criticism and judgment are the first thoughts to come to mind. I quickly think sarcastic and disrespectful things about the day and its happenings. After I get past the ugly then I see the beauty. That’s not very kind of me, is it? Should I not see the beauty the ugly tries to hide? Should I not see the beauty first?
I am truly grateful for the kindness all around me in this world that can be cold and mean. But this week it has been a gratefulness that had to be dug out from under world’s less than wonderful atmosphere. I don’t know, maybe this week with it’s not so stellar days simply got to me and I let negativity take hold. Whatever the reason it saddens me to know that the week though filled with kindness seen and experienced I allowed the good to be overshadowed by the not so good.
Last week is over and done and cannot be changed. Lessons were learned and I am humbled. This week is just beginning and I am grateful for the new days. New days to witness, experience, and give kindness; new days to see beauty even when it is hidden or disguised; new days to bow my head and say thank you.
Have you ever noticed how sometimes the most irritating and aggravating things can end up being good things? This week has been one of those weeks filled with frustration. It started on Monday and has continued until today and will probably continue for awhile. As crazy as it sounds the bother of the week has made me see how easy and pleasant my life is and I am grateful. It also made me aware that my temper needs some discipline and patience doesn’t happen without thought. Being reminded of these things was good, not fun but good.
This week was not what I like but just what I needed.
Sometimes we need a little trouble to keep us humble.
So, I celebrate all the small things I take for granted.
Today I am celebrating the end of a rough week or so. Nothing terrible happened just a little flare of a bothersome chronic health issue. A bit of a challenge but not insurmountable. I am feeling almost normal…whatever that is…and will be back to regular posting of my nonsense, responding to comments and reading your blogs in the next few days. It may take awhile to catch up because I am still a tad tired but I am ready for action!
It amazes me how we are wonderfully made. Even when things are not to our liking and we think we are less than we should or want to be the truth is life is a gift. Sometimes the wrapping gets a little ragged but the gift is still a miracle.
I am celebrating the soft rain we had yesterday.
No thunder or wind with it. Just raindrops falling quietly.
Last week there was a ferocious storm which was exciting to watch
but came down too hard and fast and then drained away without giving
the earth a good soak so the flowers and grass did not benefit much.
I am also celebrating the end of the A to Z Challenge.
It really is a good exercise but does take some discipline.
It would be easier if I did the posts ahead of time but I don’t.
Every year I tell myself I will be more prepared so that
April won’t seem so rushed and every year I
wonder why I didn’t take my own good advice.