I tend to be a "glass half empty" kind of girl. I don't like that about myself, and over the years, I have made multiple attempts at change. Some attempts go better than others. I like to think of it as a process, though. You know, I try, and I move forward, and then I try some more, and then I move forward some more. And then I quit and slip back a little, but then I try again. Yes, definitely a process.
Well, here's the thing. I have a great life. A great husband and great kids. A great home and great family and friends. A great job. But I'm frequently grouchy and ungrateful. In my introspective moments, which seem to come more and more frequently the older I get, I know that I need to change that attitude. I need to enjoy the journey a little more, if you will.
So here's what I'm gonna do. I am going to Savor the Moment. The moments come every day. And I notice them. I do. But I don't think about them very long because I'm so stressed and busy. My goal is to notice them and record them. That way when I'm in an extra poopy mood, I can look back and remember the Savory Moments. (Did I just write the word "poopy?" Nice...)
So, without further ado, here is SAVORY MOMENT #1:
Last night, I got the most wonderful email. It was from a lady who lives in Wamego, Kansas, where my son has been serving on his mission for the last seven months. He loved serving there, and was sad to leave when he got transferred last week. This sweet sister, whom I will proudly and forever call Friend, took the time to write to me and tell me how wonderful my son is. She told me how he taught her nine year-old daughter how to care for her American Girl pony, how he split the seam of his pants learning to be a Russian Dancer, how he ruined his suit coat by putting it in the washing machine, how he comforted his homesick companion on Christmas Day. She told me how the (not LDS) clerk in the grocery store asked her husband, "Where's that kid with the belt buckle? He was a good egg." She told me that my son is a good missionary and a hard worker.
I cried, and then I printed out the letter, and I took it to bed with me and held it while I slept. Savory Moment, indeed.
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