“Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.” – Denis Waitley
The Wellness Committee at work emailed that quote out yesterday. I loved it. It parallels my desire to live in the moment. No matter what is going on in life, living every minute with love, grace and gratitude is to find the spiritual dimension of life’s essences.
Yesterday was an eclectic mish-mash of happenings.
I had my annual mammogram. Since my aunt Mary Catherine had breast cancer and passed away too early from cancer, I’ve had a mammogram every year since I turned 35. It’s an inconvenience that is important to my wellness. The actual procedure is two pictures on each boob. If the tech knows her stuff, it should be ten minutes top. She did. It was.
I’m grateful for my health and insurance. Without both, my life would be a lot harder.
It was St. Pat’s Day and I bookended my day with celebration. I started by taking shamrock cookies into the office. I ended with meeting some peeps out for a Guinness and corn beef. Although the cookies and corn beef were both delicious, the holiday falling on a Monday was a bit somber. I had not indulged in the rigorous holiday antics on the weekend. A lot of Chicago did. We dined at Mrs. Murphy’s Irish Bistro. The place seemed to be hungover. The dancers were down to two. And the pipers were MIA.
I’m grateful for my Irish heritage, my colleagues and my friends. I’m blessed to have a strong support system in my ancestral roots, at my job and in my life.
Throughout the day, I heard from 3 of my ten nieces and nephews. Joey announced he was the new assistant golf pro at World Tour in Myrtle Beach. Megan invited me to her nursing graduation. Matthew thanked me for supporting his rugby team.
I’m grateful for my family. I’m especially grateful to be an aunt. Although I missed out on motherhood, I’m blessed to actively support the personal development of babies to adults in my family. I do have Grace in my life…she’s 8 now.
Chicago is still in full winter mode. My period has made an encore return. I banged up my right knee… again. And Prince’s song “Raspberry Beret” is stuck on replay in my head
Still, I’m grateful.