A Gratitude Jar

I didn’t do my Morning Pages this morning.

It’s all good though. My daughter has classes, and I chose to spend time with her before she left.

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Thank you for your encouraging comments yesterday about These Two Jars. I found a shoe-box and dumped the pieces of paper inside. It lost all appeal. It was like the shoe box covered up the idea. I’d probably forget about writing on a slip of paper a day using the box, so back to the jar we went.

Walking away from the shoe box with jar in hand, I just plopped it down on top of the coffee bar to ponder it’s placement. Seeing the jar sitting there this morning, it looked at home, even though it was not planned. Scooping up the pieces of paper from the box I placed them back inside the jar.

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Sometimes I make things more complicated than they should be. The gratitude jar was a simple idea I read about, and then tried to make perfect.

The first idea is the best idea.

Stick with the original idea. That is called inspiration when the idea of adding something meaningful to our lives first strikes. To hear that still small voice and follow through. Logic is overrated in my opinion because by following your heart there doesn’t seem to be a lot of logic to it.

By  paying attention to what’s around us, we can instill the simplistic beauty of a gratitude jar.

I’m Not Simple

This title of this post may be startling, considering what I talk about is simple. You can create space for simplicity in many areas of your life. This doesn’t mean you’re a simple person; it just means you have chosen to live simply. That could also say, “To simply live.”

reese1In 2014, I had a farm where I raised exotic chickens and mini pigs. This one perched on my arm was my favorite. Her name was Reese. I could spam you with pictures right now of the most beautiful chickens you’ve ever seen, but I won’t. That door of my life closed two years ago, but that didn’t stop me from trying to resuscitate it. I’m a pro at getting in God’s way.

I loved this season and raising these beautiful birds! It was a lot of work, but it brought me and many others a lot of joy. When I moved out here, the house has a fenced in side yard, and the owners of the home mentioned it had been used for chickens. A light bulb went off.

Yep! I got chickens again. Did it bring me joy? For about a week. When God closes a door, politely hand him the crowbar please. My daughter found them the perfect home last week.

To have a beautiful life I have to listen to something bigger than me. You can call it what you want; Higher Power, Intuition, Holy Spirit, a voice within, or The Universe to name only a few. I started out with Higher Power in the early days of recovery, but then came to know God, so that is what you’ll see here. I’m not religious, but I do have a relationship with God.

It feels good to fall back on something familiar. I knew what it was like to raise chickens and thought it would be fun again. There was no joy in it and it felt like a daily chore for me.

Can you relate? Is there something in your life that feels like that? Can you pinpoint what it is?

I’m a complex woman that yearned for a simple life. Stay with me and you will find one too!

 

Barbara is a writer, Entrepreneur and Mom to her 16-year-old daughter. She loves dipping cookies in her coffee in the morning and has a pretty healthy obsession for chocolate. When she started this Blog in 2014 Letitgocoach was what stuck. She enjoys helping people Let Go of what is holding them back from having a beautiful life. Her life today is an example of Letting Go and Letting God. You may connect with her via email. Letitgocoach@gmail.com