Count Your Blessings, You Stabby Bitch

Wednesday, August 5, 2009
What with the all the shenanigans associated with Health Care Reform and some work-related issues that are standing on my last nerve, I feel like I've been kind of a stabby bitch lately. Having such an attitude tends to make me tired, so today I wanted to write about something a bit more cheerful.

So I asked for ideas on Twitter, and among the suggestions was one from fellow UCFer Jeri, who you might remember was a visitor here at the Big Yellow House during 2009 Trollopalooza II. She suggested that it might be time for another round of "Count Your Blessings." I'm down with that, in spite of my usual distaste for memes, mostly because I need an attitude adjustment.

I'm actually pretty good about making sure I don't take the people I love for granted. I try to make sure my family, my friends and the Boogie-Dog (hey, he's a person to me) are all aware of how much they mean to me, and how grateful I am to have them in my life. What I don't do a great job with is acknowledging the other things that make my days more joyful, or enable me to more thoroughly enjoy the people who are the cornerstone of my happiness. I'm also not great at acknowledging my own internal efforts that improve the quality of my life.

So today I'm going to acknowledge those things that tend to slip through the cracks.

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I'm grateful that I have a job that allows me to work from home. This flexibility has done more than anything else in reducing my daily stress.

I'm grateful that the older I get, the more comfortable I am in my own skin.

I'm grateful that my parents gave me the gift of reading for pleasure.

I'm grateful that I don't have faith. While such disbelief is sometimes scary, and I'm sometimes envious of the certainty of faith, I have learned to embrace my disbelief and take joy in not knowing.

I'm grateful for my love of learning.

I'm grateful to have finally learned that exercise, while boring and utterly unenjoyable, is necessary to my well-being.

I'm grateful that female balding doesn't run in my family.

I'm grateful that I don't appear to have screwed up my children too badly.

I'm grateful to have a body that works. I've always been regretful that I'm not in the least athletic, but as I age, I'm becoming more impressed with the very presence of my living body, athletic or not.

I'm grateful that now, in my forties, I have finally learned that having a life partner is a luxury and a pleasure, but not a necessity for happiness.

I'm grateful that I have a sense of humor. While I wouldn't know any better if I didn't, I'm sure my life would have been less joyful.

I'm grateful that I'm an American, warts and all.

I feel better now.

8 comments:

Juan Federico said...

That was nice Murph. :) I liike It!

Wendy said...

From one stabby, bitchy trollop to another:

Janiece -
I'm grateful to have you in my circle of friends, stabbiness and all...you amuse me, enlighten me, and make me think.

WendyB_09

Jim Wright said...

Ah ahahahaha!

I haven't even read the post, yet, but "Count your blessings, you stabby bitch" has got to be the best blog post title I've seen this week.

It would've made a great title for Western starring John Wayne and Kate Hepburn - say the third Rooster Cogburn movie...

OK, off to read the post.

Jim Wright said...

I'm grateful you wrote that. ;)

Random Michelle K said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2-XXzYU77E

Random Michelle K said...

I love that scene.

Anne C. said...

He has such a lovely voice. I know as a person he had his flaws, but boy, could he sing.

Jeri said...

I would totally agree on the amazingly perfect post title! Hee... thanks for sharing.

I finally posted mine, here.

Some days, cat pictures are just easier. ;)