This is part 2 of a series of 7 posts that I was challenged to write by my sis MJ. I’m sure you have seen these gratitude challenges on Facebook. There are a couple of them going around…one for five days and another one for seven days. I am hoping to complete the challenge in 7 posts…but I can guarantee you that I know I will not be able to do them consecutively. You can read my first post here.
Today, I’m grateful for the gift of TIME. To be grateful for this precious valuable gift means that I know that I have no control over it. I do my best to show my gratitude for time by living in the moment. I’m guilty of worrying about the future, I’m also guilty of not fully being present ALL the time, but these are all things I’m working on to show Father Time that I appreciate him, none the less…
I am also grateful for new opportunities. I have always said that I’m constantly learning about this thing called life. I consider myself lucky to meet new people, who offer me new ways to learn or new perspectives from which to view my corner of the world. Each opportunity that comes my way, whether it makes me nervous, or challenges me and pushes me to my edge, is just another way for me to realize my potential and connect with new people.
I’m also grateful for OLD friends. I don’t mean my friends who are OLDer, (but I’m grateful for them too.) I mean the friends that you have had since forever. They have seen me at my best. They have seen me at my worst. They have watched me grow. And they may have even picked me up and helped dusted me off when I was down and out. I have quite a few of these friends from back home. I know that even if I haven’t seen many of them for quite a few years, I can still pick up with them where we left off. I have nursed some of these friends through difficult times too…there is a comfort there. A comfort in knowing that there is no judgement, no need to perform, and no need to pretend. I can laugh with these ladies till my sides hurt and someone ends up snorting. I can sit with these ladies and bear my insecurities without a fear of those same insecurities being preyed upon at a later date.
Someone shared this on Facebook today, and it made me think of those same ladies…Kelle Hampton calls them her net.
I call them my soul sisters, and they know who they are.