“The more grateful I am, the more beauty I see.” – Mary Davis
Yesterday I my daughter and her friend wanted to ride their bikes to school. So I loaded up my toddler on the back of my bike, threw my mask and wallet in a small backpack and shepherded them through the route we’d planned. After we dropped them off, I rode my toddler the rest of the way to his daycare.
After coming back home and finishing the essential work items I needed to get done, I drove to the store to do the weekend grocery shopping. I loaded my basket with all sorts of yummy fall weekend ingredients – for pumpkin bread, homemade chicken soup along with crisp, juicy apples and crunchy green grapes. I opted for the self-checkout line, scanned the bottle of wine I’d selected as my first item and then hunted in my purse for my wallet to show the attendant.
I didn’t have my wallet. It was still in the bike riding backpack.
As I drove the 7 minutes home to get it while my groceries waited patiently with the attendant, I was grateful that I had enough time to do the extra trip back and forth in a quiet car that felt like a driving meditation.
As I drove the 7 minutes back to the store, I was grateful that the wine was the first thing I’d scanned.
And when I arrived back at the store, I was grateful that the basket of items that I’d carefully selected was still waiting for me.
It’s true what they say, practicing gratitude makes it easier to find, even when you’ve forgotten the other things you need.
Surprised By Joy 