I'm numbering these again.
Because I've been sleeping on it.
It takes time to see when you need to make a change in your life. I stopped numbering because it felt like it was turning a mindful practice into an onerous obligation. I gave myself permission to miss days, to not be all OCD about it, whatever.
I thought that ditching the numbers would be great. It was for a while. But it also let me get sloppy about the practice of my gratitude.
So, right now, I'm changing that. Yesterday I worked late, and for whatever reason had a not-so-great night's sleep.
When I got up this morning, my girlcat Yin knew I had. She normally sleeps with me anyhow, but after getting up for breakfast, she came back to cuddle up with me.
I rested for a while, petting her, and letting her nuzzle up to me. Getting affection from your cat is one of life's great little pleasures. After about 45 minutes of it, I was ready to get up and get on with my day.
One of the things that came out of our little impromptu cuddle session was my realization of another paradigm for marking my gratitude. It's like cataloging something special each day. It's a reverie, something that happens each day, labeled and numbered not from obligation, but fondness.
I blog to hang on to my practice of being in the moment.