Gratitude 174

One of my friends was telling me about enjoying the “douceur de vivre” in Italy… it translates somewhat with the sweetness of life except for the word douceur not sucrée. Maybe more the softness of life…
Either way, I wondered what could I enjoy today that would relate to the “douceur de vivre”. Well I’m not in Italy, but the sun warming my skin this afternoon was exquisite. And the prospect of a dinner out celebrating friendship.
I am grateful that even if it took me all day, I was able to extract some sweetness of life today!

Gratitude 172

I was thinking about my gratitude post this morning feeling pretty uninspired. I was feeling a bit blah for no specific reason. Then I remembered that in some classes I take we talk about moving energy to change how we feel. I know I have done it in the past. Then I thought of this video of the jumping goat and here is what I found out:
If you feel blah, find an empty public washroom and jump like a baby goat in front of the mirror. Make sure you tilt your head to the side. After a few jump, the energy of blah will have shifted!
I am grateful for inspiring happy goats.
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Gratitude 171

I rang the bell to request my bus stop, one stop too early. Since I was early I decided to walk instead of telling the driver I asked for the wrong stop. It was dark out and I was planning on taking a side street to get to my office faster. I wondered about my safety and remembered that I used to take that side street every day for a while. So I took it while being aware of my surrounding and arrived safely at my office.
That reminded me how i so rarely wonder about my safety.
I am grateful for feeling safe where I live.

Gratitude 166

Today, I was lovingly called a little minx. Turns out even though I have heard this word before, I didn’t know what it meant. I always though it was the word mink. I always wondered about being compared to an animal prized for its fur… But they’re cute so why not. But today, I was asked what it was in French. Luckily, I did not say that it meant “petit vison” and instead, I was looking for an equivalent… And later someone heard me talk about it and set me straight about the spelling: minx (friponne). I apologize for anyone who might have been called a little mink by accident! And I am grateful for great learning!