Each year, we begin anew with resolutions, promises and commitments. As if the life we lived the previous year had been inadequate in some way. That somehow every breath taken, every step made, every hug exchanged, whether virtual or skin to skin (remember those?) was somehow not enough.
What if we decided to be grateful for the small things? What if we noticed the flutter of our eyelids as we wake in the morning, instead of resenting the sound of the alarm. What if we embraced the changes in our bodies as we age, rather than pining for the days when our bodies were not our own? What if we learned to celebrate our differences instead of grumbling over how and why we are all not quite the same?
What would happen if we changed our focus from the destination and instead immersed ourselves in the journey? What is we realized how much of life we miss when our primary concentration is on attaining and achieving, instead of just being? Being present, being exquisitely aware of the significance of each moment, experiencing and being captivated by simple things.
What would assuming a posture of gratitude bring about in your life?
