Yesterday in conversation with a friend about writing this blog, I was asked how long I had been doing it. My response was “one hundred and twenty two days… a third of a year”. The person then questioned “you’ve done it every single day?” to which my response was “yes” spoken with a sense of accomplishment.
I appreciated my friend’s interest and our discussion ended with a sort of challenge. Having only seen a few of the daily postings, she asked how long most were and I said usually around 750-1000 words. Then her challenge came: What would you leave behind if you had only 100 words and you knew it would be the last you’d write for your son to find. In general my comment was I’d try to leave great advice for living, but had no specifics except “live well, love deeply and be grateful”.
Throughout yesterday, on and off, I thought about my friend’s question. Notes were made and I searched for inspiration, sayings and things of the sort. The list got longer and longer and longer with the difficult part coming last night when I edited down to the essence of what I would want to leave behind for my son. Here is what I ended up with:
You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly. (17 words)
Gratitude is riches. Complaint is poverty. (6 words)
There are two ways to live your life – one is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is a miracle. (25 words)
Laugh your heart out.
Dance in the rain.
Cherish the moment.
Ignore the pain.
Live, laugh, love,
Forgive and forget
Life’s too short to be
Living with regrets.
The richest man is not he who has the most, but he who needs the least. (16 words)
I love you. I am proud of you. (8 words)
Total words = 100
(In order, thoughts above are by Sam Keen, Doris Day, Albert Einstein, Unknown, Unknown, me)
Yesterday in our little talk that originated the 100 word challenge, my friend was interested to know why I began goodmorninggratitude.com and where the inspiration came from. My answer was I had no specific idea, but know the motivation came in large part from beyond my ability to explain. Call it divine inspiration or what ever, but one day I woke up on a Saturday morning and knew for certain I had to do it. Having never done a blog before, I did the homework to learn how, signed up at wordpress.com and on Monday morning, April 25, I began. Now four months later… here I am.
Today writing blog #122 I am struck with a feeling of intense gratitude to all who find meaning in what I write here. Hundreds now coming by daily to check out my ramblings is a humbling motivator to continue to share my thoughts every day. I am appreciative of every reader whether this is your only visit or you frequently stop by. Thank you for your support!
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
Henry Ward Beecher