Last night we were driving around, looking for an under the radar ramen place (the one in our neighborhood is always packed!). I was thinking about a recent NY Times article about a man who died quietly in his apartment, with no known next of kin and very few, mundane clues about his life. I remarked to my husband how lucky we are. He challenged me on this. After all, we're currently biding our time, between homes, living in a small apartment in a seedy part of town. We are looking at major renovation (and more time in this small apt) when we finally get into our next house. We work a lot. We haven't had a good night's sleep in weeks (dogs are exactly like newborns only they stay that way). We're eating out or take out way too much. I could focus on all that (and I sometimes do) - but what good will that do?
We have our health. We have a roof over our heads. We have jobs that allow us some cash in our pockets. We have the luxury of eating out. We have people who care about us.
I tend to feel grateful in general. At least I try. I've got my bad days, my bad moods, my self doubts and doubts about the universe - just like every single person out there. But being grateful and trying to focus on what we've got - it's the only way to live in this crazy world. Yes, it maybe a coping mechanism, but it sure beats the alternative.
That was echoed again this morning. I sat in traffic - listening to the radio and this interview came on. It made me smile. Take a listen and hopefully, it'll do the same for you. XO