J.
Our cat.
Our house.
Fresh air.
My meds.
Music.
Hot baths.
Schitt's Creek.
The prrs, trills and squeaks Freyja makes when she thinks we're not paying her enough attention.
My newfound skill for pastry, used to make a heavenly pie yesterday afternoon.
The fact that I got to spend Sunday afternoon just making a pie, and it made me feel better.
The rush of endorphins I can rely on when I do a spin class.
Being able to afford a spin bike, and being physically able to use it.
Walks along the sea wall, watching the waves and looking across to Wales.
Being able to call my mum when I get panicky, or sad, and knowing I'll feel better after.
The chance to rant to friends over WhatsApp, and know they'll be supportive.
That look on J's face when I hand him a plate of epic homemade chicken pie.
Most things are hard at the minute, and it's testing our resilience. It takes extra effort to remember that you're still here after all the bad days, and that when you have an especially bad day, tomorrow will probably be better. I used to write gratitude lists when I was in my final year at uni and feeling overwhelmed, and it helped put things in perspective. I've dug out that old, soft journal (bought at the Wilko across from my halls years ago), turned to the next fresh page and started filling it in again, to quiet the noise in my head and reflect a little more.
Also, Schitt's Creek is a revelation. We were LATE to the party but have binge-watched it all and now, on my day off, I'm tempted to start from the beginning again. Watch it all.
Awesome. Keeping a gratitude journal is like tapping into the whispers of the universe. It is such a simple practice yet the rewards are too many to count. We've been keeping one with our daughter and she is a treasure trove of ideas and moments to be grateful for.
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