It was Friday night when it happened. Samuel had taken on the cooking, and I sat by the kitchen island watching him. A text message informed him that the week-long bidding process for the flat had finally come to an end – the flat was his. We were thrilled for him, perhaps even a bit…
Tag: gratitude
Why Complaining Wastes Our Privilege
It’s 7:15 AM, and I’m already over it. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep, or perhaps it’s just my perimenopause brain firing on all cylinders, (due to the lack of sleep. I who slept like a baby with my HRT, or if it should be called PTE , but that is a separate post), but…
A Moment of Gratitude
While sitting by myself in the candle light by our dining table, playing tranquil Swedish Christmas songs, the dog sleeps peacefully on the sofa and the boys in their beds (the Mr is off to work). I reflect over how I feel in this very moment. Except for missing my dad (who loved Christmas) I…
Love ❤️
Last night the Mr and I talked about our mutual gratitude for each other. About how happy we are together, our appreciation of one another and how we want to continue to stay together. The conversation lasted about three minutes and took place over the phone. After 30 years together, it was both comforting to…
Another barrel of gratefulness
Yesterday I heard about a family tragedy that (naturally) made my heart stop. This time it wasn’t a clickbaite in my Facebook feed, it was close and it was real. I thank my ability to alight daily gratitude. My daily acknowledgement of our good health and our very, very privileged life. But also to see and…
Lion
Went to the movie’s yesterday. Watched a film only by recommendation, hadn’t seen the trailer or read a single line about the plot (how’s that living on the edge for you). My advisor said to bring absurd amounts of tissues. I didn’t, but one of my friends did (thankfully) what friends do, shared the few…
Nothing to complain about
Watched the re-run of public service’s new TV-show “Straight through the heart” a documentary about different children who have a need to be cared for at the cardiovascular department at Lund’s hospital. I cry at saved kittens so for me to emphasize with this kind of show is no surprise, but when the Mr bursts out “We…
Family
Really, no more words are needed (and if someone wonders, the elderly peeps are my parents).
Louise Dock 