Thankful.Grateful.Blessed

On days like today, I'm weary--

weary because I haven't been sleeping well and the exhaustion is catching up with me--

weary because Tuesdays are my LONG days [I'm in class from 9am-9pm...yes, I'm in class now 😓]--

weary because melancholia takes its toll on you.

However, in addition to being weary,
I'm forcing myself to be thankful--
to make space in my days for gratitude.
It's amazing how much 30-45 seconds of sharing gratitude with the Divine can help refresh your day. I actually prayed before my meal, yesterday, and those 30 seconds of solitude--30 seconds of space to say "thank you, God" ...for this food and for my mom and for my dad and for this person and that person--provided the wind that carried me through my three-hour class. I just felt...better. I definitely need to engage in this more often--to not wait until bedtime or when I wake up in the morning, but to engage with the Divine in what feels like random moments throughout the day.

Take some time outta your days to be thankful and grateful--to share some time with the Divine throughout your busy work/school days--to remind yourself that, in spite of everything that's going on in your life--the good, the bad, and the oh so ugly--, you are still blessed.

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