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.