Every day has a gift. Sometimes you have to really strain to see the gift … on really black-mood days. The gift might be a very cool-looking pink cloud in the sky. Or the sound of the wind against your windows. The gift might be strolling thru the park on your way home, perhaps devastated from a broken heart or whatever, and you hear the hysterical laughter of a child echoing through the air. The gift might be that, during your night of insomnia, channel-surfing like a bleak-hearted lunatic, you come across the movie “I Wanna Hold Your Hand”, one of your favorite movies of all time, a movie you haven’t seen since you were 16. You have to stop and take a moment and acknowledge the gift. “Okay. There is the gift of the day.” I am not saying I am always able to do this. I have forgotten to incorporate gratitude into my daily experience for sometimes years at a time. My old friend Pat McCurdy used to point this out to me. Gently. Afraid that I would flip out and bite his head off. “I think, Sheila … that you need to … focus more on gratitude.” Wincing as he said it, waiting for me to throw something at him.
But he was right.
