It had been a long day of trying to sort out what someone else wanted, where I was mostly in a state of trying to figure other people out (at the best of times, it’s exhausting).
Running around for a group I volunteer with, combined with my day job left me unable to to do the grocery shopping I wanted to and so, in a rare move, I ordered take-out.
Beginning the time I finally had to myself, I sighed a couple of times, while unpacking dinner, thinking about all the things I had to do while wondering about what was actually expected of me, and what do I see on top of the salad I ordered?
What are the odds of that happening?
By statistics alone? Probably not all that high.
All I knew was that the reminder was there that my only real “work” is to stay in a place of gratitude for everything I have and everything that’s yet to show up.
Especially when dinner arrives faster than you thought, with hearts on top like cherries!