…Or working on it.
I was engrossed recently by another blog. After spending a large amount of time reading back over a years’ worth of a stranger’s posts, I began asking myself why this was so intriguing to me. Among other reasons, I determined that I was drawn to her gratitude. She was optimistic and thankful for a variety of situations that came her way, and it challenged me.
There are days I love living here, but there are plenty I don’t as well. Recently, the weight of it all has seemed so, well, weighted. I have had to deal with the sorrows and there have been more tears than usual. I have tried to simply avoid blogging or try to present a more positive spin on things, but it’s obvious. I’m aware of it. The weight, the grief, the sadness.
And I suppose I simply don’t want my blog, and further my life, to be permeated with this.
So this week, I’ve begun to pray for joy, and I’ve tried to embrace it. I’m working on celebrating the littlest things around us. I’m choosing gratitude.
My hope is that someday, when we’re back in the States, I can at least say that I fully embraced this stage of our lives, for every curve ball it threw at us.