Friday has always been my favorite day of the week, because it is so ripe with possibility, but another part of it that I have come to cherish is my weekly ritual of reveling in a spot of quiet, piecing together the flow of my day, going over my inventory of small joys. There are a lot, usually. Always. And put together, there is nothing small about them. When things are unusually sad or challenging, it still seems like my life comes out even or ahead of the curve for good things. Part of that is probably my innate ability to appreciate what I have going for me at any given time, part of it is luck of circumstance, part of it is design. I do surround myself with what comforts and makes me happy. But there is much outside my bubble to provoke anger and despair, and I let myself be consumed with it too, because the world is my community, and it IS my problem, and I want to be part of making it better. I'm just usually adept at blocking it out when I need to, say, sleep at night. I don't have diagnosed anxiety or depression, and while I can't always control my feelings, I can typically find a balance. That is worth a bazillion in the bank, and I am thankful for it every minute of every day.
It's summer vacation now for HR, and while much of his break will be structured (in a fun way) because his parents gotta work, there is also the total abandon of family vacations approaching--less than a month until the first one, which is insane and incredibly awesome. We also approached the first few days of freedom from school nights in a free-form, bedtime slashing, ice-cream excursion-ing way, because this kid deserves to know why "school's out" is so special. He's taken to it just as you'd expect.
That's just a peek into the contents of my Friday gratitude journal. I didn't win the lottery this week. I didn't end gun violence. But I have plenty to keep me going.