Joy. Gratefulness. These words seem to be irrevocably
intertwined. This truth seems to be swept over me again and again. I see it everywhere;
there is no joy without thankfulness walking right beside it.
It’s like a
breath. You breathe in thankfulness, you breathe out joy. In and out. In and
out. Sometimes life gets in the way, it seems to block our inhale and we have
to fight to get the breath. When we do, it’s sweet, like the biggest breath
you take after coming up from underwater. It’s life giving and we must fight
for it just as we would fight for air.
When your job makes you want to pull
your hair out, breathe in. When your possessions seem to be breaking all at
once, breathe in. On days where the tears fall, breathe in. When everything is
going well, breathe in. Keep breathing until it becomes default.
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.
