Counting Blessings Instead of Sheep

“If you’re worried and you can’t sleep, just count your blessings instead of sheep, and you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings.” – Irving Berlin

Last night I was having trouble falling asleep. It could have been because it was a highly busy day. Or maybe due to the fact that I had a second cup of coffee late in the afternoon (which I rarely do).

Nonetheless, tired and awake, I mentally scanned through the day the way you do when you’re restless.

Turns out, I had a pretty rad day.

I wrote a few days ago about those days when everything seems like a roadblock. Sometimes the best I can do on those days is get my kids dressed and out the door in the morning. On those roadblock days, writing and excercising and eating well and being patient when things are moving slowly is damn near impossible.

Eat well? Some days I’m pleased if my food is cooked all the way through.

The day before yesterday I spent THREE HOURS fucking around with my website’s mobile redirect (so that those of you linking from Facebook on your Smart Phone aren’t getting that goddamn 404 Error page). I worked THREE HOURS and didn’t solve the problem when I finally packed it in as an alternative to throwing my laptop out the window. Naturally, those three hours were interspersed with picking my daughter up from school, feeding everyone other than myself, listening to my daughter read “The Wonderful Pigs of Jillian Jiggs” (which is excellent, by the way). And, and, and. I was on the verge of frustrated tears more than once that day.

Yesterday was almost laughably noteworthy in its differences…

It was magic. Everything fell into place.

Yesterday, for example, I received a letter from my bank saying that we owed less on our house than we thought we did. Seriously.

Every little problem had a timely, accessible and satisfying conclusion. Including the web glitch I worked on and didn’t accomplish the day before.

I worked out, did two loads of laundry, ate home-cooked food (including muffins I somehow had time to bake). I showered! My son and I went to Walmart during rush hour to get groceries. We had twenty minutes while my daughter was at yoga class. If there’s a recipe for disaster, surely that’s it. Not on magic day though! The express cashier took us through even though we had eight more items than the required. Seriously every single thing we needed was on sale.

Close parking spots. No traffic. Positive interactions all around.

This day had it all.

The thing that’s really special about a day like that is that the moments are all just regular little moments. It’s easy to have a great day at Disneyland (or not…). On a regular day, with regular things happening, it’s really easy to miss those beautifully unstuck moments because they’re tiny.

Luckily, I’ve challenged myself to write every day this year. I’m constantly on the watch for a good story. Yesterday was a fairy tale. Tomorrow might be Saw Part Eleventy. Part of successfully cultivating equanimity for the bad days is consciously showing some love for the good days.

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My hope is that in emphasizing the great days and giving thanks for the easy moments will cause them to multiply. At the very least, I pledge to enjoy them while they’re happening.

Lord only knows what tomorrow will bring.

Happy Friday,

 

Er xo

 

Erin McDonald
Business Success Coach for Women Entrepreneurs at ClumsyGrace
Erin is an International Transformational Coach, obsessed with facilitating change in the lives of incredible, hilarious women. She's a Mama, wife, friend, sister, daughter, and cousin; a seeker (and occasional finder) of an authentic life in all its disastrous glory. She has a brave heart, believes in magic, loves tacos, and always wins at Whack-a-Mole
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About the author : Erin McDonald

Erin McDonald
Erin is an International Transformational Coach, obsessed with facilitating change in the lives of incredible, hilarious women. She's a Mama, wife, friend, sister, daughter, and cousin; a seeker (and occasional finder) of an authentic life in all its disastrous glory. She has a brave heart, believes in magic, loves tacos, and always wins at Whack-a-Mole