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>I woke up today finding myself in a place of gratitude… and owing so many people, including myself, much love and appreciation.

Upon waking this morning, the first thing I was thankful for was more than nine hours of uninterrupted sleep. The last few weeks have been phenomenally busy at work, making for long days and short nights. The rollercoaster my personal life has been mimicking has not really helped either. So a full night of sleep was a blessing of grace. The next thankful thought that entered my mind was being thankful that my children let me sleep, even though they had been up for hours.

Grace shows itself in so many ways.

Thankful for my high thread count sheets, as I always feel enveloped in their soft, coolness, even upon waking.

Gratitude for the ache in my joints that I felt when I woke….That ache meant I had a full day of officiating yesterday. Wrestling was my first love, and being able to officiate yesterday meant more to me than I can find words to give voice too. That ache equates to happiness.

I’m thankful for friends… friends who greet me daily via email or text or phone call, just as they did this morning.

I have gratitude for understanding, both that I receive and that I give. For those that love without judgment… I have much to learn from you.

I woke with a sense of gratitude knowing, and actually feeling that I am enough. That I work hard and I play hard, and I’m learning to rest hard. That particular attribute is much harder than the others. We are conditioned to work hard (or at least I was) from a very young age. Society, and sororities, conditions us to play hard. No one ever teaches you to rest hard. Maybe I’ve reached the age where rest is important, or maybe I’ve just started listening to my body, my mind and my soul and allowing rest when and where it need to happen. It’s still tough to not go 90 miles an hour all day long… but I’m happy to let my state of rest be a work in progress… as I am.

I woke with a sense of peace. A sense of peace that I can’t remember having since I was a child.

For the first time in a very long time, I woke with gratitude for being truly happy.

shade and sweetwater to you…

namaste.

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