It's easy to be thankful for the 'big stuff': family, freedom, food, faith, clean water, health...but every once in a while I get smacked in the head with some of the 'smaller stuff'.
I was merrily meandering around blogland (mainly yarnalong posts) yesterday morning, glanced up, and discovered I'm late. Seriously late. For yoga. Drat. This new back-in-the-class time slot just hasn't made my mental schedule. As I flew around the house like an old-time movie, I kept thinking....surely, I could miss today (hardly anyone knows I'm back in the class, so I won't be missed by anyone, except----the yoga-Nazi, who, by the way, is very very knit-worthy and I really do like a lot but would like better if she would count faster)....but that stubborn streak kicked in, and as much as I currently really hate everything about this class, I still want to be there.
OK. Grabbed my coat, my keys, found two matching shoes (!), oops---almost forgot the grands' library books (might as well go to work afterwards), threw a cookie at Fred, and I was out the door. The clock in the car said 7:24 and unlike every clock in the house which all seem to have a mind of their own---this clock is usually right-on. I've got 6 minutes to get downtown (that's two stop signs, 6 stop lights, and a school zone) and the whole way I'm thinking about how lucky I am to live in such a small town.
Without seriously exceeding the speed limit....the road I used is patrolled faithfully in the mornings with the school zone in the mix....I pulled up in front of the studio as the clock just flipped to 7:30. It wasn't overly crowded this morning (my absence would have been noticed)---threw my mat down.....and I was down-dogging it by c-o-u-n-t 5. Phew.
We've lived in major metropolitan areas--where 'downtown' meant at least a half hour commute if not longer. A 5 mile trip in congested traffic could add up to serious wasted minutes....and those minutes add up to hours pretty quickly. Hours I can now use for stuff I love to do.
Yes. I'm very thankful.