We entered the frigid month of February, and I’m still plugging away at my 2022 blogging challenge. It took me a while to come up with an idea, but I decided what I needed most in the coming year was to adopt an attitude of gratitude. The world suddenly got filled with so much tragedy and conflict I found it hard to appreciate the blessings in my life. Thus, I started my 365 days of thankfulness challenge. I start my day searching for some way to express appreciation for life, even if it is a small and insignificant element. Many small things can add up to a big blessing. During month one, I cover most of the major stuff. I’m starting to wonder if I can keep going in month two. I’ve never attempted to express gratitude as the primary subject of my writing. I’m finding it to be more difficult than I first thought. This post covers day fifty-five of my 365 days of thankfulness.
Day Fifty-Five of my 365 Days of Thankfulness
On day fifty-five of my 365 days of thankfulness, I am grateful Rooster fell in love with the treadmill at the gym. He has a specific one he likes to run on every day. I never thought I’d get him to do any exercise. He stood his ground every time I mentioned finding a new place to walk. He’d puff out his feathers to prove he was right. Roosters are known for their stubborn attitudes. I guess a diagnosis of Diabetes can change any man’s mind.
Before I retired and COVID drove me from the workforce, I walked during my lunch hour. The sidewalk around campus made the perfect walking track. I climbed the stairs to the library’s second floor and walked the stacks when the weather turned ugly, and I parked at the furthest space away from my office and took a long way around to get to my desk every morning. I attempted to get more steps in during the day whenever I had the opportunity., managing to get in five miles a day.
Then COVID hit, and work closed for three months. Then I had to have a full knee replacement. I never got back to the same fitness level, and like everyone else, I put on COVID weight.
Rooster loves the treadmill. I am thankful that my husband does. His attitude ensures we will keep motivating one another to get healthier. It’s so much easier when you have someone to work toward a goal with you.
The old lady speaks….
This old lady’s opinion is thanksgiving is a matter of choice. Even in the darkness, we can choose to seek the light. My blessings may not be the same as yours because I’m old. We all share this planet and breath the same air. We are blessed to have contact with one another. I believe we can all relate to the blessings in life, even during a pandemic. Covid-19 is a tragic landmark in our human experience., but thankfulness is an adventure we can all take together. Would you please leave a comment and share with me some of the things you are thankful for today.
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