I'm trying to push myself into an attitude of gratitude. I do try. All the time. But have to remind myself when I slip and kvetch.
I've spent most of the day on the phone. With two friends. One is a new friend who lives in Montreal. Funny that: how one can connect in the matter of minutes and just know that the relationship will hold. We talked books and writing. Mainly. But family stuff too. Heavy shyte as I like to say. Amazing that our lives are open books to each other and we, seriously, have only known each other a few months. That happens sometimes. Gratitude. She will share a session she's having in New York with a well-known author with me.
The other friend lives in Toronto and offered her house to me for a month while she's away. Right on the subway. And her car. And she adores my dog. And she has a piano. I've missed my piano something fierce. And I truly despise the electric keyboard that was given to me.
I'm thinking about it.
And I marvel at how generous these two people are in my life.
And yes, I will try and keep myself in this state of perpetual gratitude. It's a good spot to be in.