This morning I was rushing around to get ready - the trash needed to be brought out, the dog needs to be taken care of, I took a shower and didn't really want to do my hair, but I ended up taking 10 minutes to do that. I ran out of coffee so I made some iced tea to bring for the ride. So Frisco (the dog) has completed his morning routine and I unleash him and want him to hurry up and get in the house so I can get on my way (because I am late yet again!) and at that moment I thought - This is life happening. All the little things that I accomplish each day are little bits of my life happening. What I realized is that I wish to rush through these little bits because I would rather use my time to do other things but, sincerely, the real moments of life aren't going to happen from the time I get out of bed to the time I get to my car. I don't allow enough time to do that. It is actually a challenging feat for me to leave for work on time.
So after having this insight, on the ride in (because there is good time investment in a commute) I found I am not grateful. I appreciate things, but I am not grateful for them. I take it for granted. My life and all it has given me (which this past year has been boatloads) and I have a nonchalant attitude about it and then an expectation that I should have more. It's funny how all of this came from letting the dog in. I wonder what will come when I help at a food pantry.