Thankful

In a time that is alarming and uncertain here in the democratic first world, it’s easy to forget to be thankful for the things we have. Clean water, housing, transportation, and work are all on my list. Family, loving partner, friends, and our pets also make the short list.

Being thankful is important to me. It’s a reminder of both blessings and luck. I’ve had my fair share of both. I often ask if I am worthy of all I’ve received. I cannot imagine why I would be, so, I at least try to be grateful.

I feel like it’s healthy to be thankful, to acknowledge what I have. Being thankful is a deterrent of bitterness, and what I try to turn to when anxiety siezes my nerves and mind; though I typically feel anxiety deep in my chest.

When anxiety hits, it can be entirely distracting. I get triggered and suddenly I’m unsettled. I can’t think straight, mostly because I can’t deal with whatever is making me anxious.

Interestingly what causes my anxiety, a fear of failure or lack of resolution, is also often a source of strength. I’ve failed a lot. But somehow, I manage to move on.

Often my remedy for anxiety is distraction. I watch something familiar and comfortable, something that grounds me enough, so I can self soothe. And once I can calm my mind, I can remember to be thankful again. Getting back to being thankful is actually the most comforting place I can be. It’s a place peace and reflection.