This post may or may not be devoid of sarcasm. I know! Alert the media. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy right now.
Today at work, my boss set a
life or death very important 3:00 p.m. deadline.
If it wasn’t raining at 3:00, he would leave to go play in a tennis match. If it was raining, we’d all stay at the office until 5:00, per usual.
Luckily, the sky was dry at 3:00, so boss man disappeared. The rest of us stuck around for a while, and slowly the staff dissipated and headed home for the weekend. I came home to my sweet puppy, cracked open a beer, and headed out to my screened-in porch. Five minutes later, it started pouring rain. Sorry, boss!
As Buster and I sit outside, listening to the rain hit the roof and shake the trees, I can’t help but think about how lucky I am. Lucky to have a roof over my head. Lucky to have amazing friends and a supportive family. Lucky to have a husband who doubles as my best friend on his way home to me. Lucky to have a good job that allows me to put food on the table. Lucky to be where I am. Lucky to be alive.
There are a million things to be grateful for. I forget sometimes what a blessing this life is, and how quickly and easily it can change. So for now, sitting outside, enjoying the rain and a Sam Adams Octoberfest, I’m going to be thankful for where I am. The next time I whine and complain about how hard life is, how tired I am, how annoyed I am, etc. feel free to anonymously send me a link back to this post.