While I sit on my couch half-listening very strange almost-rap music curated by Songza.com (not sure why the Machine thinks I want to listen to that. SKIP.), I sip my peppermint mocha and giggle while kitty goes cuh-razy in her adorably annoying way. It’s #thankfulthursday today and when the alarm went off a couple hours ago, I was not feeling thankful. Quite the opposite, really. In the groggy, not-quite-ready-to-face-the-day blur of those first few waking minutes, I started complaining. Yes, that’s right. Before I even got out of bed, I was counting complaints instead of blessings. How lame is that? Does that mean I’m not thankful? When I have moments of complaint? Does that automatically negate my desire to cultivate my attitude of gratitude (a phrase stolen from my college mate’s Facebook photo album; isn’t it an inspiring outlook on life, though?)
What am I thankful for? I’m thankful for peppermint mocha creamer. For a kitten who will learn new tricks. For friends who speak truth and love. For surprisingly delicious meals even when I forgot to menu plan (herbed chicken, roasted asparagus, garlic couscous, avacado, and kiwi). For blue skies in between rainy days.
And – especially – I am thankful for that one weekend I went glamping in a yurt in Whistler. With bucketloads of snowflakes creating one huge magical snowglobe, girltime and foodtime and downtime and quiettime and snowtime, and all the delights of camping with none of the discomforts. My second time at Riverside Resort, the snow shoeing and snow flakes and snow hikes made the glamping experience all the more complete.