It instantly calmed my breath. My shoulders relaxed. A smile crept onto my face. My mind quieted.
I’m no expert at meditation and my discipline in the world of exercise has something to be desired but I found an instantaneous solution to my anxious mind. 50 Things.
Now there have been gratitude journals out there for years and the word gratitude is practically a catchphrase. Here, on the porch watching the sun rise, or deep in the waters of a warm bath, or lying in bed with my mind wrought with worry, 50 Things soothes like a blanket and a glass of wine.
I have friends who are just cool. Just easy. I feel like a sped up record next to them. My shop is closing up north, my new shop is opening and we pray for customers One daughter needs to find a job, the other hopes we find success, the dishes are not done, and the puppy ate my bike helmet. I feel them all most intensely! But those 50 Things quiets and glides me into the day or night with peace.
Try it. Whisper aloud to the Creator and your guides and ancestors 50 things that you are grateful for. Try to make them slightly different each time. For brightly colored marigolds, and pumpkins on the porch, for blue jays waking me at dawn, and hot coffee in a mug my friend gifted me, for each child, and their friends that love me like a mom, and for my husband, and the bumper crop of potatoes, and my visiting granddaughter and granddog, and autumn, the new shop, new beginnings, hope, geraniums….
A breath of anxiety releases and wafts through the cool morning dissolving into sunlight and a new day begins.