Counting my blessings is how I deal with sadness.

There’s so much sadness in the world today. So many people are suffering. My heart goes out to anyone who is in a bad place. I’m an empathetic person and often have the urge to cry for other people. I’ve become better at hiding my emotions, but those who know me well usually keep a tissue handy. I’ve learned to deal with sadness by counting my blessings.
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I’m thankful for the many amazing people in my life. I have a loving husband who supports my dreams and tolerates my eccentricities. I have two great step-children who gave me two adorable grandchildren. I have a fabulous mom who always tells that I’m going to be famous after she reads one of my stories. She even keeps all of the rough drafts I’ve sent her in a notebook.

I have a stellar sister who is always there when I need to talk or a shoulder to lean on. If someone has done me wrong, she will find a dozen reasons that I’m better off without that person. If I need help, she asks me where and when. I don’t know what I would do without my sissy.

I have the best friends in the world. They have supported me through my ups, downs, bad luck, bad choices, and great joys. They have helped me move in all weather; helped me pick up the pieces of my broken heart; helped me plan for the future; and they were there to help me celebrate the happiest day of my life.

I have a wonderful boss who truly cares about my well-being. He actually came to my rescue in the rain when my car needed a jump start. Of course, it died in the rain with no one else around. I called him and told him I was stuck. He didn’t even think twice. He came to the rescue right away. I had the jumper cables, and he had a fully charged battery.

I’m thankful for my job. I work for an agency where we all come together in times of strife to make the situation better. When an EF-5 tornado hit our area a few years ago, many of our employees took vacation time so they could go assist with the cleanup and disaster relief. The rest of us worked over-time to care for all of the clients who needed us more than ever.

I’m thankful for my home. It isn’t the greatest house, but it’s mine. The roof and walls are strong. They keep me safe and dry. My heat pump keeps me warm, and I enjoy healthy food and running water. There are many people in the world who don’t have a home, food, or water.

I’m not rich or famous. I don’t enjoy perfect health or a single perfect relationship. I’m not really anything special, but my life is pretty good. I am truly blessed in every way that matters.

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    • I received some sad news last night. I began thinking about all of the love and good things I have in my life and how it’s so easy to take them for granted. Counting my blessings made its way onto the page. This was not the post I had planned, but it’s a post that came straight from my heart.

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