Being thankful

What are you thankful for in your life?  Isn’t it funny how that focus changes sometimes?  I was struck while I was recovering from my op how thankful I was for: my comfy dressing gown, my co-codamol which made me feel comfy, my comfy slippers, my comfy sofa with its comfy cushions and my (you guessed it – comfy) bed I could get into whenever I felt like a bit of extra comfiness.

I’m feeling a bit better now but frustrated because there’s loads I want to do but can’t.  When I lift even something that’s not particularly heavy, I get more pain.  I know it’s my body’s way of saying “Stop it, you stupid woman!!” and honestly, I do listen, but I must admit I am tempted not to.  I should be thankful I am recovering and less reliant on the comfy stuff and painkillers, but funnily enough, I’m not. I am just fustrated.

The reason for my frustration is that we have now exchanged contracts on the sale of our house.  Now, I am thankful that has happened, but I am chomping at the bit as there is so much to do.  I cannot begin to imagine how many boxes need to be packed.

There are empty boxes awaiting packing everywhere…

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