In Others’ Words: Riches or Poverty
I can calculate my wealth by pennies, nickles, dimes, quarters, pesos, liras, euros, shekels . . . you get the idea.
And sometimes I’ve done just that: looked at the balance in my checking account or my savings account — perhaps both — and decided whether I had enough to be grateful for.
I can assure you, there were many times when my monetary status equaled No Reason to Give Thanks.
And yet, when I don’t let dollars and cents determine my wealth — when I look up from the financial bottom line, I am overwhelmed by reasons to be thankful.
And once again, it comes down to a choice. Do I want to complain?
About the weather.
Or my writing deadlines.
Or about how my back surgery in March relieved one pain — and left me with another.
All of that is poverty.
Let me instead choose riches.
And be thankful for the rain — and how Colorado has been fire-free this summer.
Thankful for my deadlines — for they are proof-positive that I am living my dream.
Thankful for my surgery that relieved the greater, unrelenting pain. This smaller pain can be a reminder to get up, get outside, and go for a walk.
I am rich indeed.
In Your Words: How do you choose to live in awareness of the richness of your life? Is there a complaint that you could transform from poverty to riches?
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