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Count the blessings you’ve had to be grateful for this year.
Blessings. This is one thing I’m good at counting.
A while ago I saw a movie called
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And while it wasn’t the best movie I’ve ever seen (though it wasn’t awful, either), I fell in love with this phrase and the idea behind it.
The idea behind it went something like this… “Happythankyoumoreplease,” is a way of looking at both the good and the bad and asking for more. “Don’t just say thank you, say ‘more, please.’”
And it fit right into to what I said the other day about waking up every morning and just being glad to be here, alive, for another day.
Another day to get the chance to say a funny little phrase: Happythankyoumoreplease.
So, count my blessings?
You bet I do.
I have a wonderful family, fabulous friends, a roof over my head, pets that I love, tea to drink every morning, books to read, chocolate, a very messy garden filled with life and lesson, good health, and also, you: the lovely people I’ve met through this blog who come here to actually read the words that never seem to stop pouring from my fingers.
Is my life perfect? Not by a long shot. That roof over my head has a leak in it, making a living as an artist is a constant struggle, and blah, blah, blah, I could make another whole list in this vein, just as long as the first one.
But I’m not going to.
I’m going to just say Happythankyoumoreplease and focus on the first list.
The good one.
The one that keeps me going when the second one tries to stand in my way.
Life is a rich tapestry of good and bad, light and dark, ugly and beautiful, joy and sadness.
And I am in love with all of it.
All of it.
That’s how many blessings I have.