Outside a Buddhist temple, South Korea, 2011.
November is when thankfulness becomes America’s national practice, and in the age of social media, my Facebook feed has become an online gratitude journal for so many of my friends. It’s beautiful to read and to remember how sometimes the simplest things – a phone call with a friend, a snoring puppy, the perfect square of chocolate – can bring us most palpably in touch with the good in our lives.
As I continue to gather material for the EN{COEUR}AGE course, I’m reminded how much I need to hear what I and others are saying in the conversations I’m recording. Self-compassion and gratitude are not by any means second-nature to me. Sometimes I have to wade through a swamp of self-judgment and dissatisfaction to even glimpse some thankfulness, and every November I’m reminded just how crucial gratitude is to our mental and emotional health.
This morning I recorded a wonderful conversation with Hannah Marcotti, which will be included in EN{COEUR}AGE. What started as a discussion about entrepreneurs (all of us are entrepreneurs somewhere in our lives) and self-compassion, turned into a beautiful reminder of the power of gratitude. And that gratitude is a choice. It is a conscious, active practice that we can choose in any given moment. I can’t tell you how often I forget this! I remember reading Melody Beattie’s book, Finding Your Way Home, and her account of sitting in the middle of a house she hated, tear-stained and miserable, and making the choice to start being grateful for the house in every possible way she could think of. I remember thinking that she was talking herself into settling for a house she didn’t like – that’s the voice of my dissatisfaction addict – and I was skeptically intrigued when she shared that her gratitude practice turned her life around in ways she could never have imagined. (And that it wasn’t about the house.)
I resist my gratitude practice, sometimes as if my life depended on it, but I can’t deny that I feel happier, and my life feels better, when I turn toward what’s working and focus on it – even for a few minutes. It also lands me squarely in self-responsibility (which is probably where my resistance comes from) because it reminds me that my life is a series of choices, and even when circumstances “happen to me”, I am still in choice about how to respond and integrate those circumstances. My dissatisfaction addict hates this, because she would so much rather grumble and pity herself, but gratitude is really excellent self-care. That’s the most basic truth about it. And gratitude helps us to rise up out of whatever we may be mired in. Gratitude lifts.
So today, in this moment, I am choosing to be grateful. That I have the opportunity to be with my family and friends for the Thanksgiving holiday. That the sky outside my window is cornflower blue with billowy white clouds, just the way I like it. That my niece and nephew make me laugh harder than just about anything else. That I have the freedom to write this blog and to share myself, light and shadow, in the hopes that it touches someone out in the ether. That my body is strong and supple and can withstand 90 minutes of hot yoga. That I can choose whether or not to believe, question, set aside the negative self-judgments that are speaking to me right now. That I have money in the bank and can afford to eat a good, nutritious meal. That my legs can carry me for a five-mile walk if I ask them to. That I am loved, and have a heart capable of loving so many, so deeply, with no guarantee of return. That I have amazing people in my inner circle who I can call when my emotional pain eclipses my vision, and who can sit with me in the pain without turning away or trying to fix it. That they can also remind me of what I can’t see in that moment. That my life allows me the freedom to make a home wherever I want to make it. That no decision I make is irreversible or permanent. That there are blessings and gifts in my future that I can’t even begin to imagine.
Right now in this moment, at the end of reading this post, I invite you to take a moment, close your eyes, and find three things to be grateful for. Yes, chocolate counts. See how it feels to take your focus there just for the small amount of time it takes.
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the way the magic of the internet brings beauty into my life,the solid roof over my head, the green out my window and the fact that from where i sit i can see 6 different animals… the realignment of gratitude is a remarkable power!
Beautiful, Jane!
Well, then, I’ll start with chocolate! I’m grateful you are home for a few days. I’m also grateful that you being here brings your sister and our grandchildren here more often than usual. They do bring a lot of laughter with them! I think I need to work on being grateful. I don’t spend enough time on that. Thanks for the kick in the pants.
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Laughter is a great thing to be grateful for! Especially the laughter of children.
Your mama sent me here.
I am thankful for her and the rest of my writing community. For wholesome foods and new ways of eating. For the little people in my life.
It’ kind of hard to stop, actually.
Hot yoga! I can’t do that but the ability to take long brisk walks is incredible.
That’s my comment just above. Am not trying to be anonymous!
Thank you for your lovely comment, Joyce! I love long, brisk walks, too. Brenda Ueland wrote in her book, IF YOU WANT TO WRITE, ““I will tell you what I have learned myself. For me, a long five or six mile walk helps. And one must go alone and every day.”