Sometimes the best way to show our appreciation is a hug.
When I was given my first cancer diagnosis in 2006, I had been living what I thought was a good life. I had long since given up fast food and the equivalent emotional junk food of gossip and other degrading conversations. It wasn’t until after my second diagnosis in 2007, however, that I began to recognize the qualities that were missing in my life: among the most important was gratitude.
Of course, I appreciated that I had married a good man, landed a respectable job, and was raising two promising kids. But when I looked deeply at my inner life, which my second diagnosis prompted, I had to admit that I maintained a deep-seeded desire–and insatiable thirst–for more.
I wanted a more beautiful house, a fancier car, more disposable income, an updated wardrobe, more help to keep up the house and yard, more time to travel, more of this and more of that.
There’s positively nothing wrong with wanting more–and my list wasn’t over the top. What was off-balance, though, was that I wasn’t appreciating what I already had. I was psychically grabby for what I didn’t have and removed from what I had that already made my life so good. Essentially, I wanted things to be more perfect!
Perfect. Yikes! Perfection at that stage of my life was attainable only in fleeting seconds.