Today was the sort of day that I didn't get coffee until well into the afternoon. It's never intentional; it just happens when I get rolling with the day sooner than the coffee is ready, then I can't stop because of appointments, or hopping from one project to the next.
I could cry about it, but that would take time. Just keep moving.
Coffee tastes good any time of day or night, and for right now, it doesn't seem to affect my sleep when I have it late in the day.
I'm exhausted from the last 11 years of motherhood, so sleeping comes easily when I do get to lay down--or just sit down after coming home from a day full of alteration appointments. I'm a puddle by 7:00 p.m.
In thinking back over the day, nothing grand or glorious comes to mind. No earth-shattering thoughts or revelations. No exciting news.
But life in itself is grand and glorious. I came home to those I love the most. All our material needs are well-provided by our Heavenly Father.
It's grand to be able to move, to think, to serve, to love, to give, and to enjoy all the aspects of life.
All my senses come to life when I step outdoors. How grand is that to be able to enjoy the sights, smells, and sounds from outside?
It's grand to have the ability to work in all sorts of ways. I often think of a second cousin of mine who was bedridden most of her life. She found all sorts of ways around that to live a full and productive life, but I imagine she would have loved just to be able to get up and wash the dishes.
Grumbling is natural when we don't get our way, but that's a stinky way to move through life.
A friend and I were discussing the source of happiness recently. Short-term happiness if found in all sorts of things, any pleasures that we might indulge.
Long-term happiness is found within from a contented spirit. Not one resigned to fate, but one that just chooses not to grumble and complain about life, but to find the joy rather and focus on that.
There is abundance all around us; we just have to choose to see it.