I'm grateful for my kids, my health, my home, my family and friends, life, flowers, and more love than I could imagine 2 years ago.

Being single isn't half bad...

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Jan

My health, my friends, my family, my animals, the help I've found through Al-Anon and MB, the beautiful place I live in the mountains, and learning I could run a business by myself!

Oh, the usual stuff comes to mind immediately...

My family, for starters. I'm eternally grateful to my parents. It took me a long time to realize how lucky I was to have loving, dedicated, and forward-thinking parents. My brother and sister are like my right and left arms, and I can't imagine life without them.

My relationship with my daughter...the only thing good that came from my miserable failure of a marriage...I am grateful for that. I am even a bit grateful that her biological father skipped out on her. He has no idea what he's missing.

I'm grateful for my job. My impossibly easy, yet totally satisfying job. I tell people I get paid to goof off, and it isn't too far from the truth!


But more than anything else, I am glad that I live in the time that I live in.

Sometimes, I try to imagine what our ancestors might think of our modern world.

I mean, tonight when I came home from work, I pulled my car into the driveway, hit the garage door opener and pulled in next to the washer and dryer. I went inside and flicked on the lights, plugged my cell phone into the charger, and microwaved a quick meal. I sat down and had dinner in front of the television, then went into the office to check my e-mail.

On one of my end-tables is a photograph of my great-great grandfather, taken sometime around 1890, I think.


I realize that, apart from the phrase "when I came home from work," much of the above description of my arrival home would be little more than gibberish to him. Just a little over a hundred years ago, televisions and microwave ovens were unthinkable, and electric lights, telephones, and automobiles were cutting-edge technology.


I try to imagine what it would be like if he could spend a day with me!


I imagine it would be difficult to simply pry him away from the morning news on the television or radio...how strange these things would seem!

Would he be terrified by the speed of my commute to work? Or would he be too distracted by the wonderful sounds coming from my car's cd player to notice the fantastic scenery rushing by at 70 miles per hour?

When we drive by the airport, how could I possibly explain the jumbo jets lazily passing overhead?

When I think about such things, I am reminded of how lucky we are to be alive at this particular time in history.

Sometimes, I think we forget just how lucky we are...