Being grateful for a less than perfect life.

Yesterday we awoke to a deep freeze. So I was going to drive my son to school. 

Click. Click. That's what the ignition sounded like. My truck battery was dead.

This wasn't a good thing. A snow storm was on it's way and I needed to get to work for a mandatory job before we got snowed in the next day.

 Calm... be nice, finish your coffee, deeeeep breathes....

I sent my son to fend for himself on the gusty way to school and I was faced with a big fat question on how I'd proceed.

I'm grateful for my neighbor Gord that was home. He raced over before he had breakfast, jump started my sick truck and had me go pick up a battery so he could put it in. All before his own work day. And for Rosie for driving my truck back to me when it was ready before she was even ready for her own day. I was on the road to work within the hour!

 I'm grateful for friends Dan and Bec that I can walk to from Gord's so they can help me figure out how to submit an article to a certain magazine. Check! Workin' on it.

I'm grateful that friend came back to my house, picked up some stuff to get it out of my way AND helped me with a small electrical tweak I was scared of. YES!!

I'm grateful for being able to get to work before the snowstorm hit.  I was able to get this firetruck wallpapering job out the door in time for a deadline. I LOVE it when I can pull the impossible off, especially in the nick of time! The red AND white you see are 6" thick stripes. Crazy amount of work.

I'm grateful for snowstorms. They make me feel so warm, comfy and safe inside my home. And when the wild winds blow, that's the time I silently hope and pray those without a home have found cover somewhere. For not all are as fortunate as we are.

I'm grateful for snow days! No school means for happy snow bound kids. That's where my son is right now and I'll be joining him after my AM coffee.

I'm grateful for neighbor Rick to have brought out his tractor this fine snowy AM and scooped out our driveway, along with our entire road's driveways. We don't have to dig out that mountain the snowplow left!

Wow, we sure have a perfect life, eh?

Well, I'm going to correct anyone that thinks that. My life is not perfect. I'm stubborn. I ache with injury pains. I make lots of mistakes. I'm VERY forgetful due to so much on my plate, but don't mean to be. And I'm sorry, many times a week and say so. I am so very human.

But here's the difference in turning a bad day into a good one.

My day started off pretty bleak. But by making a simple phone call, it started a chain reaction of helpful kindness and appreciation with an opportunity to give back. Everyone ends up winning.

It truly takes a village. So, quit hibernating like I tend to do and get out there and open that door  and let the happy in.

And... be very grateful you have a door to open.

Edited to add: This is what happens outside MY door when I'm busy blogging! Yikes. Time to go help. :)

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