(August, darlings, it’s August!)
What is it that I usually say here? Oh yes: Welcome to this week’s edition of…
Friday Gratitude: The July High!
There are so many things to be grateful for as I look back on the last five weeks. July, my friends, was my happiest, busiest month of 2013 so far.
1. I’m grateful for all the delicious food I ate in July. Plus, a lot of it was either donated, free, and/or from our garden!
2. I’m grateful for taking the time to appreciate sunsets.
3. I’m grateful for my health insurance that just went into effect. First time since 2005! What a huge relief.
4. I’m grateful for challenges and the opportunity to learn from my friends and loved ones. Every interaction, every conversation we have is a chance to grow- be it from hearing a friend’s insight, a verbal misunderstanding, or maybe making an assumption about someone. It’s important to pay attention to our words and how we convey them. Thank you, universe, for teaching me these lessons <3
5. July has been unbelievably filled with abundance. I’m grateful for generous, thoughtful, and kind friends! Did you see my excitement on Twitter two days ago about all the free clothes I received? Andy posted some photos from a photo shoot featuring all the stuff that didn’t quite fit, but here’s everything I am keeping:
Plus in July there was beach time, festivals, family get-togethers, great desserts, baby-sitting, lots of friend time, and my return to jogging. It’s easy to get carried away with how overstimulating the height of summer can be, but I think I kept myself in check- for the most part 🙂
What are you grateful for this month? Did anything exciting or noteworthy happen in July? What are your weekend plans?
…But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.
Ah, but what can we take along into that other realm? Not the art of looking, which is learned so slowly, and nothing that happened here. Nothing. The sufferings, then. And, above all, the heaviness, and the long experience of love, just what is wholly unsayable. –Rainer Maria Rilke