On gratitude

Normally I am never home to absorb the wisdom of Oprah, but since I took a sick day I was couchbound working on a crochet project (details on that to come) when I flipped to the show today. I caught the last few minutes when Suze Orman was basically answering the questions – “What do I do about the fact that I’m super depressed about losing money when I did everything right?” and “When is this shit going to get better?”

Good questions, indeed.

She didn’t think we’d truly be back to economic bliss until 2015 (let’s hope that’s not true), but her other answer really struck me. She said that we all need to work on being happy with what we have instead of brooding over what we have lost. And I realized I had been spending a lot of energy focusing on not only the paychecks I lost, but what might have been. Bigger paychecks, extra freelance work, smaller debt, faster progression to many dreams, etc. That is so not helping at all.

When I really think about it, I have zillions of things to be thankful for. People and opportunities and my health and my crafts and on and on. At the end of the day all of that is still around and just thinking about that makes me a little verclempt.

The energy healer I went to once (it was for a story, OK?) told me that when you’re in a place of gratitude you can’t be fearful, and it’s really true. I am so afraid of so many things, and constantly being reminded that I should be scared, that I forget to be thankful sometimes. I also think that in my field the culture is to be cynical and questioning of everything, so much so that we don’t give ourselves permission to just be in the moment and be happy.

It’s very tough to get past that anger and resentment about the economy, especially when you don’t feel you had anything to do with it. But I think Suze’s right. It’s time to move on.

The other day I was interviewing a guy who got cancer when he was 20 years old, a junior in college. Five years later he is running his first triathlon, waiting the last few months before his first child is born. He’s scared every day of getting sick again, but he keeps on moving. I was pretty humbled after that.

So thanks to Joe, and to daytime TV, for reminding me just how good I have it.