Public Displays of Gratitude
Some of my peeps do a lot of PDG — public displays of gratitude. They say things like, “I love my life. I am so grateful for my life. It’s a beautiful day.” My inner rebel, let’s call her Kaboshia, says, “What-Ever!” Like a fourteen-year-old Valley Girl listening to a particularly lame parental. Kaboshia doesn’t buy it, this ooozing resting joy-face. The *ding* gleam in the eye of the raised consciousness crowd. She doesn’t buy it, perhaps doesn’t think it’s for her. Would rather rest in comfortable, known negativity than risk trying something new. Kaboshia swims in an ocean of fear that fronts like swagger.
But then part of me — some other part behind, below, beyond that skepticism says, “Huh, maybe those peeps really do feel that way? Maybe it’s not all BS. Maybe I can feel that way too. That might be nice.”
And then the horrible conundrum: If I want what those grateful peeps have, that inner peace thing, I have to be willing to do what they do. And what they do is they focus on the good stuff. When they get a pony they say “Yay a pony!” Not, “Oh no now there will be poop!”
Stuff like that. So today I’m grateful it’s a beautiful day. I’m grateful for my life. There’s a lot I could add - of course - but I’m gonna see what it feels like to just leave it at that, focus on that, enjoy today’s ponies. I’m gonna keep going.