I forget. When I think about it all, I can bog in the down side. Never, ever will I discount what teeters us towards the ugly. And sometimes, I do forget.
I forget what is stunningly beautiful in our balance. Could be I take it all too much for granted rather than actually forgetting.
Today I received an email from my friend, Tim, in South Carolina describing his share of the cooking responsibilities for holiday meals. He does make me laugh.
Pounder. Tim is the pounder, smushing food to such thinness that all calories disappear— right along with any friends who might otherwise accept dinner invitations.
OK. Maybe my brain is on the shallow side, but such fun is just what I need to bring me back to understanding how important gratitude is to every single day. Kudos to the pounder!