Love is having endless things to be grateful for...
Showing posts with label Grateful. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grateful. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Project 52 (8): Pink
Week 8: Pink
Sometimes it's important to light a pink candle and remember those around the world who don't have it so rosy.
Sometimes it's important to light a pink candle and remember those around the world who don't have it so rosy.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Pay it Forward
The big apple is full of bigs. Big bankers, big celebs, big musicians, big dogs, big accents... even Carrie's Mr. Big.
And after a while of livin in the big city, it's safe to say that you're not an appleite if at many points in your life you don't start to think that you're, in some sense, big.
Sometimes, it's appropriate. Say, for example, you think you're too big for some of the apartments here. Sounds about right.
But sometimes, big can mean ego, can mean entitlement, can mean bigger, can mean forgetting the simple things. It's yucky, and big, and that's when you know you've gotta squash that big thing.
And I do that by be being grateful. Every day I make a list of five things I'm grateful for. And if it's a person -- I let them know! In person. In phone calls. In real written letters! (primitive, I know -- yet it means so much!)
So thank you, Arthur, for donating your suite for the "Seats for Soldiers" program and giving us a Celtics experience we will never forget!
Yeah, that's right. I'm bringing "thank you's" back. Don't thank me. Just pay it forward.
And after a while of livin in the big city, it's safe to say that you're not an appleite if at many points in your life you don't start to think that you're, in some sense, big.
Sometimes, it's appropriate. Say, for example, you think you're too big for some of the apartments here. Sounds about right.
But sometimes, big can mean ego, can mean entitlement, can mean bigger, can mean forgetting the simple things. It's yucky, and big, and that's when you know you've gotta squash that big thing.
And I do that by be being grateful. Every day I make a list of five things I'm grateful for. And if it's a person -- I let them know! In person. In phone calls. In real written letters! (primitive, I know -- yet it means so much!)
So thank you, Arthur, for donating your suite for the "Seats for Soldiers" program and giving us a Celtics experience we will never forget!
Yeah, that's right. I'm bringing "thank you's" back. Don't thank me. Just pay it forward.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Riding in Style
Being a frequent bus rider, I've learned that there are just as many people trying to leave the apple as there are trying to get in. Oftentimes that leaves me waiting in long lines for shady buses that may or may not show. And once I'm in, it's inevitable I'll be stuck on the stuffy bus hours longer than the listed 4 hours.
I've travelled my whole life, but nothing gets to me more than the bus rides that need to be taken if Superman and I are ever going to see each other. Maybe I don't hate the bus. Maybe I just hate everything the bus stands for. No wait, I also hate the bus.
I usually experience a mini anxiety attack minutes before getting on the bus to or away from Superman. And Superman knows this. So to ease my anxiety, he surprised me by getting me a ticket on the Limo Liner -- an ultra swanky "bus" that's more like a private first class ride. Instead of having to limit myself to staring out of the window for 4+ hours, I could spread out! I had my own personal workspace, including a desk, leather reclining chairs, personal flat screen TV, and snacks and drinks served!
And when I wrapped up my work, put my feet up and looked out the window I thought about how grateful I am for everything in my life. More than anything right now, I'm grateful for a man who always works hard to support my dream and make me happy. Nothing I do for him can compare.
While a better ride won't replace actually being with Superman, I think it's a sign that we're just doing the best that we can with what we've been given. God is great.
I've travelled my whole life, but nothing gets to me more than the bus rides that need to be taken if Superman and I are ever going to see each other. Maybe I don't hate the bus. Maybe I just hate everything the bus stands for. No wait, I also hate the bus.
I usually experience a mini anxiety attack minutes before getting on the bus to or away from Superman. And Superman knows this. So to ease my anxiety, he surprised me by getting me a ticket on the Limo Liner -- an ultra swanky "bus" that's more like a private first class ride. Instead of having to limit myself to staring out of the window for 4+ hours, I could spread out! I had my own personal workspace, including a desk, leather reclining chairs, personal flat screen TV, and snacks and drinks served!
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| These phone pics don't do it justice! |
And when I wrapped up my work, put my feet up and looked out the window I thought about how grateful I am for everything in my life. More than anything right now, I'm grateful for a man who always works hard to support my dream and make me happy. Nothing I do for him can compare.
While a better ride won't replace actually being with Superman, I think it's a sign that we're just doing the best that we can with what we've been given. God is great.
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