Giving Thanks

It’s Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada.  A few years ago, I heard about a  practice that sounded like a wonderful idea: to think about what you’re grateful for as soon as you get out of bed every single day, the minute your feet hit the floor. Ever since the idea was planted, I’ve meant to make gratitude part of my morning routine, but so far, it just hasn’t happened.  It’s usually only when I’m feeling low that I think about pulling gratitude out of my bag of tricks, as I’ve found that it’s almost impossible to feel lousy and grateful at once.  Gratitude trumps the bad stuff 99% of the time.  If you don’t know what I’m talking about, give it a try. Continue reading

Shifting Gears

Last weekend, literally right after I finished writing my last blog post, my cousin Daniel flew into town to visit me.  We had a most awesome time being tourists together, and eating more delicious shellfish than I have ever ingested in a year, let alone a 72-hour period.  (My kosher-keeping grandmother was surely rolling over in her grave.)

On Daniel’s last day here,  we were somewhere between the Dr. Sun Yat Sen Chinese Garden and Van Dusen Garden (I’m all about the gardens) when our conversation turned to my “situation” – not working, that is. Continue reading