Yesterday, I read a post over at A Little Sip of Lemmon-ade about "gratitude". Simple enough, right? A list of everything you are grateful for, just like the essays we had to write in elementary school during the month of November...not really.
She leads you down the path of her childhood. Her emotional angst, her "eye-rolling awkwardness". Good heavens I love that statement and the visualization it provides. Why? Because I was that and for some reason, yesterday I needed to be reminded of it.
You can "see" her walking the halls of school at 10, 14, and 18 in various stages of awkwardness. You can see the same sorrow in her eyes and the sad, sweet smile on her lips. You can relate to her because you were that person or knew that person. You may have even tormented that person.
Her gratitude post is a story of who she was, the journey she had to take. The lessons she learned. The people who helped her. And finally the person she is today.
She is you, and me, and every person who has ever felt incapable, incomplete, or just not good enough. Her gratitude list is joy-filled, love-filled, and hopeful.
As adults, many of us have forgotten what it means to be grateful. I can't believe how many times I've heard someone say..."I earned it" without regard for those people who supported or outright pushed up their sleeves and dug in to help. But even more saddening is they're afraid to look back to that "eye rolling awkward" teenager they once were, accept them for who they were, and be truly grateful for everyone along the way.
So this November I will remember that awkward little girl of my childhood. I will be grateful for the lessons she taught me, the people she introduced to me, all on my journey to becoming who I am today.