Julana, over at Life in the Slow Lane, is doing a series of posts on giving thanks, well worth a look:

My father used to ask what we would have left, if we awoke tomorrow and only had things for which we had given thanks. He also frequently quoted a motto from his mother’s wall:

When thou hast given thanks for every blessing sent,
What time dost there remain for murmur or lament?

I must have been meant to read her blog today, because for some reason it brought to mind the LeeAnn Womack song that’s always helps me find the bright side on a grey day:

Livin’ might mean takin’ chances but they’re worth takin’,
Lovin’ might be a mistake but it’s worth makin’,
Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin’ out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance

One thing is for sure, and this is what my wise mother always said: the best way to get over feeling sorry for yourself is to sit down and count your blessings. She used to tell me to make a list of ten things for which to be thankful, whenever the days started looking a little dark. Something of which to remind ourselves, perhaps, as these cold November days grow shorter and the nights draw in.

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