I meant to post this last night, but instead went to bed when my husband did. Usually any writing happens during our TV watching time and then editing and posting happens once he’s in bed asleep. But I left the computer to fall asleep beside him, which is fitting because it is a simple joy I treasure and feel blessed to have, and that’s what this post is about. So much of my depression has been helped by just feeling more grateful.
There really are many simple joys in life if we choose to see them. Being tight on money is actually great for helping you find these. I can’t afford taking my kids to the movies or theme parks, but we have special moments anyway. We have dance parties to Pandora or my old CD’s from high school. I love seeing my kids jumping on the beds and swinging from their bunk beds to Ace of Base or Backstreet Boys. It’s priceless.
Looking back to harder times, I remember thinking a counselor was crazy when her response to my anxiety during crying, colicky baby moments was “Be grateful they have healthy lungs! Just feel happy that they CAN scream that loud!” After hours of crying, really? Even times when I had to pull over the car because I couldn’t drive with all that screaming? I was supposed to feel grateful?