Why I’m choosing to be grateful


I’ve started to believe that one of the greatest gifts in life is an ability to be grateful for what we have in the moment.

I had a realization recently that I spent the better part of last year being ungrateful.

I had a realization recently that I spent the better part of last year being ungrateful. There was a lot of self-pity and doubt, a lot of woe is me. I attribute it to the tipping point I had reached in my life: my inability to find a way to make it work in the Bay Area, an acceptance of my identity as a mother — maybe even primarily so, for the time being, and some other personal obstacles I won’t get into here.

The bottom line is that I spent a lot of energy being frustrated and angry. Sometimes with no one in particular, sometimes with myself, and sometimes with other people.

The babies turned 7 months old a few days ago, and my toddler has become a person who talks and has opinions and is generally pretty likable (save the classic toddler tantrums). I’ve started to fall into a new routine: a steady stream of consulting and freelance work, recipe testing and photography, my new obsession Core Power Yoga, and mothering.

The one thing I’m damn proud of is my newfound ability to be grateful for the things that are important in the moment.

I will admit that I still often feel unsteady in this new life and this new role as a mother of three. But the one thing I’m damn proud of is my newfound ability to be grateful for the things that are important in the moment.

I find myself looking at my babies’ faces for long periods of time and studying their little hairs and smooth skin. I examine all the new flowers that are in bloom in our backyard.

I try to smell all the flowers. Because I have discovered that their season is brief.

This story originally appeared on Turntable Kitchen