How lucky I am

I was feeling a bit down this morning.

Discouraged, deflated, maybe even a smidge grumpy.

And sad.

I was missing someone special.

Grieving their loss.

So sad.

Suddenly my alarm jangles, rudely reminding me that it is Thankful Thursday.

Bah, humbug.

I’m not feeling thankful at the moment; thank you very much.

I’m sad and maybe even mad.

I don’t like the pain of missing people.

I don’t like loss.

Do I even want to be thankful?

Maybe I’d rather stay grumpy.

Winnie the Pooh found a way to put a positive spin on this kind of sadness.

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”

Not sure I can find Pooh’s level of exuberance this morning, but I guess I can pause to consider his wisdom. 

I mean... he IS right.

I really am lucky to have known this someone who was so wonderful... that missing them is really hard.

That doesn’t necessarily mean that I won’t be sad or grumpy.  I mean there I was slogging around in the swamp of longing and loneliness - and along comes Thankful Thursday - interrupting my belly-aching session.

How rude.  

Which of course highlights the very reason for practicing Thankful Thursday.

And for setting that alarm.  

‘Tis a reminder that I need.