Holar, my lovely peeps. Happy Sunday. 😊
Happy Gratitude week! 😊
#1. I’m grateful that I’m actually using my index finger to type at least some of the letters while I write this entry tonight!
#2. I’m grateful for warm clothes on a cold day.
#3. I’m grateful for the cozy feeling a fire in a fireplace provides.
#4. I’m grateful for the crackling noises that fires make. Crackle… pop. 😊
#5. I’m grateful that I was able to find the playback speed setting on my audio app I downloaded a while back. It’s nice. The Gospel Library app has a bad habit of closing when other apps are used, and then you lose where you were because it doesn’t keep track. This app I’m using does. So that’s nice, and I found the playback speed, so I can listen to things at the speed I want to now.
#6. I’m grateful that our little dog’s terrible coughing/hacking episodes have decreased for the moment. Hopefully, they continue to improve. She’s been miserable. She’s on meds right now, but she’s been getting worse. I’m hoping she starts getting better, and I’m glad she gets a reprieve for the moment.
#7. I’m grateful for little ideas that have come to me about how to combat my prideful heart–specifically the part of me that wants to be above other people/is in competition with other people, the part that wants to be the one everyone looks up to, basically worships, etc. I look forward to applying those things I’ve thought about today. Life is so short. So short. I think of the song from Tim McGraw, My Next 30 Years. Well… it’s a few more than thirty, but still… the look to the future. I hope to continue the climb and to be more focused along the way. I’m grateful for the little helpful nuggets of inspiration along the way.
#8. I’m grateful for the beauty of the creek and the trees and the woods.
#9. I’m grateful that the ticks and chiggers are few and far between in the colder months.
#10. I’m grateful to have been able to pull out of the Sunday Blues that hit this afternoon. I can feel them pushing hard to come back right now, but I’m grateful to have been able to keep them at bay somewhat decently when they tried to come in full steam earlier.
Okay, my wonderfuls. I hope y’all had a safe and uplifting day. 😊
Lift the World.
~ stephen
Lift the World 
I’m grateful for you, Stephen. And for memories. Do you remember Dad would get the Sunday blues? Mostly Fast Sundays. and Birthdays, no matter what day they fell on, but definitely most Sundays. I wonder if he could shed light on what triggered those for him. Maybe it’s something you’ve inherited through osmosis? As a kid, you see your dad this way on Sundays, ergo there must be something about Sundays that make a man feel terrible? I’ve been listening to a podcast on Cognitive Processing Therapy and the techniques of finding your “stuck point” – and exploring it rationally through mental exercises – to expose and disintegrate the debilitating belief. It’s fascinating. Maybe something to explore with your Sunday Blues? Big hugs!