Today husband had four stitches put in his head.
Head wounds tend to send the imagination into overdrive, don’t they? All I could think of of was Sheryl Sandberg’s husband and the treadmill. Even though that was a brain aneurysm. Still. Things happen.
Also: I’m a bad nurse. I like things to be “fine.” I am annoyed by sickness and injury as if they were personal weaknesses. Sigh. Bad nurse.
Husband is okay. In the long run, it’s a little thing, but you know, life changes as quickly as the flip of the switch. Flip. Your life is turned upside down.The Thankful Tree, a physical manifestation of our gratitude. I think I’ll write “Gregor’s Forehead” on a leaf.
I’m also thinking we should tell the people we love that WE REALLY DO LOVE THEM. Because the Thanksgiving table changes. People somehow get swapped out. This year I will have to make a giant paper Cope Cut-out.
Cope, we love you.
Life is good. We are alive and well. Even if our girl will be eating mashed potatoes in the Wasatch Mountains…sniff…(but Patrick and Natalie, I am SO GRATEFUL for hosting her!!!)
Small events like this morning are reminders. We are mortal. I’m grateful for more time. It’s a feeling that floods through me. It’s like a drug. Literallly.
Did you know? This relief, this thankfulness, this GRATITUDE activates a reward center in our brain: meaning we crave more. Read THIS Great Post! “When we feel grateful, we are programmed to seek out more experiences or things to be grateful for, more ways to feel that high.”
And guess what else? The more we practice gratitude, the better we get at it. The brain continues to seek after what made us feel so good (confirmation bias) so it keeps finding ways to be grateful, which in turn keeps rewarding us with feel-good dopamine.
But on the flip side: it could also do the opposite. If we look for ways that life is no-good horrible, we’ll keep finding more no-good horrible. We could actually train our brain to seek after the bad.
I think I’ll stick with feel-good dopamine hits.
For starters: Sunsets
Children hopping off a school bus
The change of seasons
This guy. A scar on the forehead should just make him more fetching, right?
I’m thankful he’ll be at the table (and cooking the turkey and stuffing.)
There was another dopamine hit:
Starving, I went to the hospital cafeteria for soup and a Diet Coke (I know, a drug I’ve got to quit) only to discover they didn’t take credit cards. While fumbling through my purse to no avail, a man pulled out five dollars. “It’s the holidays,” he said, handing it over to the cashier.
Gratitude flooded through me right there in the check-out line. What kindness.
In turn, I wanted to buy someone else lunch. See what he did there?
Just think, if we were all so kind, the gratitude drug could become an epidemic. We could be swimming in happiness.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends.