I came home cranky: a migraine was carving a hole in my forehead and a table that put me to work for 3 hours at the restaurant only left me $20. Not happy.
I came home and was blessed by a call from my best friend. Cheered, I took off my clothes and sat on my bed in my underwear counting out my tips from this past week. My spirits raised further, but I was cold so I decided to take a shower...which turned quickly into a bath...a bubble bath!
Thoughts from my veteran's day bubble bath: hot! need more bubbles, hummus and crackers are not the most sexy bath food, wow knees are actually really buoyant, bubblesssssss...and so on and so forth.
My headache is nearly gone and a little soup will take care of the hunger. I've always groaned inwardly at quotes and things that just gush about how lucky we are! Probably because I'm not quite as grateful as I should be. But it's not as if I don't think I'm lucky, or that I shouldn't be grateful...I just don't feel that way most of the time.
And it's not quite that I felt lucky, or special, as I relaxed and swirled bubbles around. It was more that I thought, "this is niiice" and for once acknowledged the niceness of life, of being alive, despite migraines and $20 tips. Because even though I've always known that...in that moment I really believed it.
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