Recently, we woke up really low and found ourselves mired, tired, unable to think our way out of our sad mood. It occurred to us to ask “What’s good here?” Then we started writing.
We found ourselves writing an odd list which all began with “my”: a myriad of pleasures we encounter everyday, start our day with. That “my” somehow helped us feel what we get to have everyday, how fortunate we are,
This practice is akin to counting blessings, only in a slightly different, yet significant, form. The act of writing without editing, embracing what is ours by using “my”, was like opening gifts…
They became so tangible and deeply felt, they swept away the blues completely.