Giving Thanks in Tough Times
There’s so much good to be grateful for, but…
As I start yet another day by peacefully writing in my gratitude diary, in spite of the slow unraveling of normality (especially out there in the Northern Hemisphere), I realize that there’s so much to be thankful for in my little corner of the world — even if I could do with a lot less heat from this Accra sun.
And as the ceiling fan whirrs the sheen off of my perspiration, I think of all that I could possibly be grateful for and so — smiling — give much aseda (thanks) for the following:
That I’ve never gone hungry.
That I’ve never been chronically or critically ill.
That I’ve never been homeless — even when I was not sure of how I’d pay my rent.
That I’ve always had some form of “happy money”; that is, access to more than one currency that became available to me just as I really needed it — most especially when I was on the edge of broke.
That I’ve never been jobless — except for now, by choice, at this rather long (three-plus-years) moment in which I am determined to develop my own kind of “work that makes life sweet”, much in defiance of the proverbial 9 to 5.
That my life is — and has always been — replete with powerful friendships…
