Once, a long time ago, I had to attend some seminar for work. (It was my day job, back in my professional singer/actress/dancer years, but it had health insurance, so I took it fairly seriously!) It was a two day seminar, during which time I got paid less than I did to actually work, and although the seminar had some very stuffy and official sounding title, it really boiled down to the power of positive thinking.
Our homework on day one was to make a list of our blessings. There were dozens of questions by the other participants- “what do you define as a blessing? How many should we write down, should they be professional or personal? Will we have to read them to the class? Is there a minimum requirement? Will we be graded?” They seemed quite overwhelmed by the task.
I came back in the morning with a legal sized piece of paper, covered front to back. The rest of them, the questioners, came back with a sticky note, or a grocery list piece of paper with a couple of things jotted down. One gal had written her blessings on the back of a receipt from the grocery store- she’d stopped for milk on the way home, so it was a short receipt, and a very short list of blessings. I immediately felt embarrassed… and wondered if I had somehow missed the point of the assignment. But no- I had heard correctly- I was sure of it. I was, and still am, a diligent student, and have always done my very best with assignments- what’s the point in doing it if you’re not going to do it well?
When it came time to turn in our lists the instructor seemed non-plussed by the tiny little lists, and I felt even more embarrassed by my tome. I turned it in, and she immediately picked it up off the table and looked at me- I was horrified. I was sure I had done something wrong. And then she smiled… glanced down at my list, read a little bit and then asked me if I would read it to the class… if she hadn’t smiled I would have said no, but her smile was joyful and her eyes sparked when she asked me to read it out loud, so I agreed.
Here are some of the things I put on that list:
God, family, friends, and friends I love so well they’ve become like family, music, a sister who is my best friend, a brother who is my best friend, my mom, also my best friend, my dad- yep- my best friend, Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, The Beatles and the B-52′s, soft fuzzy sweaters, feather pillows, snicker doodles, and steak cooked to a perfect barely medium rare, good movies and popcorn with lots of butter, friends to enjoy the movie with, to hold my hand and dry my tears when sorrow was on my doorstep, cozy furniture and books- good books, picture books, fat books and skinny books so long as the had characters I loved, and mostly happy endings. The list went on and on…
When I got done reading my list, at that seminar almost 25 years ago, I looked up and most of the women were crying. One of them actually said that she felt all those things were her blessings too – how come she didn’t think of them when she made her list, the other women nodded their heads. The instructor said that was the point of the activity, to find the good things in our lives, every last one of them, big and small, important and trivial and to be mindful of them each and every day.
So I count my blessings often because if you stay focused on the best things in life, the not so wonderful things will be easier to tackle.
Happy Thanksgiving- and kiss your little blessings for me.
-posted by Miss, Allison, who says that she was the only one who got a 100% in the Power of Positive Thinking seminar. And a cash bonus!