A couple of weeks ago I bought a pack of playing cards from Target that has games like Memory, Crazy 8s, Old Maid. My kids are only four and six so finding something that levels the competitive playing field for them against my husband and I is hard.
But then we found Memory. Every evening we each grab a pillow and make a circle of our heads on the floor and deal the cards. We’ve taken this simple game of remembering where cards are and making matches into an Olympic-level sport. We talk shit, we do not go easy on one another, and despite trying really hard to win, my husband and I never do. Our kids kick out butts. Really.
About two years ago I began a gratitude practice that I believe changed my life. It allowed me to see a competitive game of Memory with my kids as one of my greatest blessings. I’ve come to see a hot shower as one of the best things in my life. I appreciate that I can drive up to a coffee shop and for just a couple dollars I’ve got a couple hours worth of joy in my hands.
I’ve realized that I am so lucky to have my parents, my brothers and sisters, my cousins and neighbors. I’ve been blessed with good critical thinking skills, I’ve inherited hard work as a value, and I’ve got parents who are remodeling a cabin on a lake. My husband thinks I’m sexy, my kids are healthy, and I like my job.
I’ve become one of those people who preach the gospel of gratitude. It doesn’t suck the suck out of every day, but indeed finding the good things in every day – because it does indeed exist – has changed the way I see my life. It’s made me fall even deeper in love with it.
And for that, I’m grateful.