Broccoli

I’ve been distracted lately. As usual, it’s about my health. Frankly I’m tired of it.

My therapist wants me to lower my over all stress level, and so has asked me to undertake prescription painting. An escape where I let the paint do the talking and express my feeling for me. I did this today, while my family was at church and I at home battling this cold. It’s a lovely practice, and I’m sure that I get a measure of relief from it. I do so enjoy the time I get to just watch the paint swirl…

But today, my mind is wandering. Acknowledging how self focused I’ve become. How full of my own faults and failures my brain is. My constant begging to be released of these burdens is boring me to tears. I’m ready for something new. (Again…)

Insert gratitude.

I know this. I know this deeep in the core of who I am. Gratitude is the greatest warrior at my disposal. The fiercest weapon in my arsenal. And yet, it lays there dusty and unused.

I’m need accountability here. I need to get back into the rut of being thankful for how blessed my life is and I need to take you with me. It’s time.

We have four weeks before Easter. What better time to reflect on this truth!? So here it is: A photo a day on gratitude.

Please join me. Follow along on instagram or Facebook and call me out if you don’t see one!

Now why did I name this post broccoli? Because I’m grateful we had broccoli in the house tonight so that my kids had SOMETHING green for st patty’s day.

By Noelle Bonn

As the mother of 4- including a high schooler, middle schooler, elementary schooler, and preschooler there is never a dull moment around here. Quiet, sometimes, but never dull. Be it ordinary day revelations or dramatic Special Needs parent experiences, or living with AI and Anxiety, there is constantly a story to tell. Our world is becoming increasingly difficult to live in. We feel alone and afraid so often. We need opportunities to remember that we are all shoulder to shoulder trudging along towards the finish line. If only we could reach out to the person next to us and hold hands. If we could realize the strength in community we could help each other along. My hands are messy and shaky and rather cold at times, but this is me… reaching out

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