Today I'm grateful for laughter. Seriously, doesn't humor ease your day?
— Karen Ranney (@Karen_Ranney) July 21, 2014
Once upon a time in my life I found it very difficult to be thankful for anything. I won’t list all the reasons why. You’re just gonna have to trust me on this.
Life just wasn’t very fun. Okay, life sucked.
I’ve mentioned this before but I started keeping a notebook. In it I would write something about which to be grateful. It didn’t matter whether it was that I didn’t see any trace of mice in the garage today or that I’d made it through the whole day without crying. (Life truly sucked.) I didn’t care WHAT it was. I had to write something in that book.
Life – as it is wont to do – gradually improved. As the years passed my endurance grew. I began to pick myself up, get to my knees and look around. Pretty soon I was up on my feet – and my notebook was at my side every day. I had one blank page per day on which I had to write one thing about which I was thankful. Sometimes, to my surprise, I found more than one thing. Some days I could fill the whole page.
As my life improved I began to forget about being thankful. I didn’t pick up my notebook every day. Then I went a week, a month, a few months before it dawned on me that I hadn’t written anything.
Fast forward to a few years ago. Twitter became my notebook. I decided to write one “Today I’m thankful…” tweet every day. Why? To remind me how far I’ve come. To remember those horrible days when I was just trying to survive.
I wish I could say it is always easy. It isn’t. There are times when I’m in a snit fit and angry about something. Sometimes, I’m just sad. A couple of times I sit at the computer and stare at the monitor while I pull gratitude out of my…ahem.
The other day, though, I received an email from someone. I recently finished a book that drained me and I didn’t realize I’d run out of “Today I’m thankful for…” tweets. I schedule them a few days in advance. She told me how much she looks forward to my thankful tweets and how much they inspire her to be thankful about little things, too. Then I was talking with a friend who told me that my thankful tweets are the reason she first looked me up years ago. She said: I wanted to know more about this writer who wasn’t trying to sell me but who was just being grateful.
Sometimes, we don’t know the ripples we make with just one stone.
Today I'm grateful for potatoes. Yep, potatoes.
— Karen Ranney (@Karen_Ranney) July 12, 2014