After three and a half days – which felt like forever – without power, it turned on last night.
I felt relief.
I said thank you hundreds of times.
I shed some tears.
I felt more grateful than ever.
I said thank you when I woke up in the middle of the night and when I woke up this morning.
I couldn’t stop saying thank you.
We become accustomed to living a certain way.
We take things for granted.
We don’t appreciate things until they’re taken away from us.
We don’t appreciate what we have until it’s gone.
I went from cursing all things people and things electricity to thanking and praising them.
We take the essentials for granted.
We get so comfortable living a certain way.
It’s hard to function when that way is disrupted and disturbed.
It was challenging and frustrating.
I was annoyed, grumpy, and irritable.
It was a great reminder of what’s most important.
It was a great reminder to not take things for granted and to be grateful.
But how long until I stop saying thank you and slip back into my old, ungrateful ways?
Be grateful, be grateful, be grateful.