Day 210: A Lesson in Gratitude

I woke up in a decidedly bad mood today. With my alarm going off at 8:15am, I slammed my hand across the snooze button of my phone/alarm and cursed before rolling back over to bed. I pried myself out of bed about ten minutes later to a winter wonderland of snow, and for a moment, I was eight years old. I was a kid who just wanted to play. And that went away half way into a walk with the dogs when Rufus ruffled up to show me that the pitbull who had attacked us months ago was staring right at us through the woods. So the wonderland was interrupted by a dash back to the safety of home.

It wasn't until I got to the hair salon that I stepped out of my sour mood to smile and interact with the world. May hair lady is amazing, and there is something about getting pampered while catching up with a friend that can't not put a smile on my face.

I came home to a late Christmas present in the mail to a kitchen that would soon be filled with the makings of homemade tortilla soup and a television that was focused on Olympic coverage. The Olympics, to me, are an inspiration in gratitude, pride and unity. And as I sit here watching the opening ceremonies of this year's Olympic Games, I find myself being moved by that inspiration.

The day started off horribly, mostly because I decided it was going to, but it became one of smiles, laughter and inspiration.

So today, I am grateful:
* Operation I'll Cut A Bitch.
* today's trip to the salon.
* an amazing text from Amy today. Best. text. ever.
* amazing art.
* being only eight days from the people I love so much.