Practicing Gratitude – One step over the line

I don’t know why this line came to me but the song was in my head today.  I am still experiencing a wonderful remission on two out of the three things my new normal has handed me. The third is reducing itself. 

So why the title as a thought? I kept thinking today, can I take one more step? Can I push the line and do more things without causing stress?  Can I take care of my physical body and still complete things that will make me happy? So I did what any red blooded list maker would do and made a mental list of all that I would like to get done.   

I woke up early, about five AM, and felt totally rested. I have a nice long conversation with a friend I have missed. It was a great day to start my day. I played with Annie and did my morning activities. I read an email from a dear friend that brought joy to my heart.   

I have been decluttering my home ever since I entered the road to recovery from PTSD. I keep finding things that could possibly send me spiraling to sadness.  Instead I am looking at how far I have come and how much I have learned about choosing my reactions to events. 

Today’s big chore was to clean my tiny master bedroom. All the drawers, all the medicines, all the nooks and crannies needed help. Sadly, three drawers were broken. One was totally missing its bottom.  I went off to the hardware store to see if I could figure out a way to finally repair the mess. Once there, I saw a multitude of other things I just “had to have.”  I bought plants for out front in my pots, I bought bulbs to enjoy next spring, I bought hardware to fix the drawers, and a few other sundry items.   

I then went to the grocery store as my pain had not elevated past a three. I was taking one more step over  the line. When I came home I worked out front on my pots and replanting succulents until I felt my arms getting a sunburn.  I was so grateful to work on my garden doing something I hadn’t done in a few years.     

It was back to my bathroom again. I worked at repairing the drawers first, then I cleaned everything. There were meds long outdated and items I can no longer use. I set aside some wonderful bubble bath that I can no longer use. Hopefully I can find someone to adopt my multiple bottles of vanilla scented bubble bath. I am highly allergic to scents and this was the only one that did not bother me. I asked a couple of people if they could use one or more bottles, but most I know also cannot tolerate fragrances. 

This weekend I planned a surprise visit to my aunt. It will be the farthest I have traveled from home in four months. I believe I can do it. I believe my body will cooperate. As I was making dinner I received a text from my cousin. It seems my aunt was being evacuated from her assisted living because of the Saddleridge fire. They were taking the residents to a hotel 75 miles away where they would be safe. 

For some this would be very stressful.  For my soon to be 94 year old aunt, this is an adventure. She is looking forward to the dinner at the hotel, even though it is very late for her. So tomorrow is up in the air. We may be able to see her if the roads are clear and if she is up to visitors.   

Tonight I was able to chat with friends and family. I am grateful that the people that know me, lift my spirits and rejoice with me when I share my truth. I am grateful for learning that people who try to hurt others should have no place in my tribe. I am grateful for my tribe. 

My body is exhausted. I am grateful for the physical exhaustion of doing things I wanted to accomplish. I am grateful I am not exhausted from dealing with pain. I am grateful for the brighter days ahead. I am grateful for this day of greatly reduced pain. I am grateful that as I clear the clutter in my home I have more and more clarity in my head. 

I took one step over the line again and again. BUT NOT THE WAY THE SONG MEANT!   I listened to the video and was more than a little surprised about the true meaning of the song. I guess it shows that I don’t listen to country music often. I just like the line, one step over the line.  I guess this was my Learn Something New Every Day item.


Practicing Gratitude – A Hopeful Day

“Sometimes life knocks you on your ass… get up, get up, get up!!! Happiness is not the absence of problems, it’s the ability to deal with them.”
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

 I had a very good day today. My morning routine always makes me feel happy. I played with Annie, I tinkered in the yard, I talked to my higher power, and gave myself the gift of time to meditate. I knew I had to deal with my car later in the day, but it wasn’t wearing me down. 

Instead I rejoiced in feeling well enough to do some chores. I had a wonderful chat with a dear friend and we caught up with our lives. I am so grateful for true friends with whom I can share my thoughts.  I found some items in the top of the closet I needed which made me very happy.   

I keep getting up and moving forward to the best of my ability.  I needed to drive to finish the bill paying saga that started last night. Luckily I still have my old car to drive. I went to the bank, to the store, and to the sewing machine “fix it shop.”  All my errands were successful. My body was only slightly angry with me. This is a huge improvement.   

When my spouse got home we took the car to the body shop. I asked if they could remove the bumper so I could still drive my more comfortable car until the part came in. They said it might be a problem with the police. I called the non-emergency line and the sheriff’s office said I could run the risk of being cited if the bumper was off. This left me with a dilemma of whether or not to risk a ticket for comfort. After a short time the repair man came and he had cut the broken half of the bumper off. It looked fine and hopefully I can drive it until the part comes in.  Another good day dealing with what is handed me.   

I chatted this evening with a couple more of my friends. They are so caring and thoughtful. I am exhausted from the days activities and happy I was able to do so much. Remission is the word of the day. Remission is my friend. I am grateful for remission.



Practicing Gratitude – Twittering Tales in 280 characters – Money and privilege know no boundaries.


What do you mean I can’t purchase that? It is on prime beach front land. I want it. Get it for me.   

But madam, do you not realize that it is owned and operated by the scientific community?   

I have never let that stop me before. My last name means money. I WILL get what I want.

(280 characters) Shweta introduced me to this blog. post. Hers was written  in response to the Twittering Tale #157 photo prompt. The Twittering Tale challenge is to tell a story based on the given photo prompt in 280 characters or less. Please visit the link read entries by my fellow bloggers. Huge thanks to Kat Myrman for hosting this challenge.