I wake up early every morning, before 6 a.m. This time of year, in Minnesota, the place where I was born and raised and choose to stay, that means doing battle with the reality that it is dark and cold outside, that I am trapped indoors until the surprisingly late sunrise because it may be dangerous to run or dog walk when I can’t see the ice.
Call it 90 minutes of forced reflection, made more poignant as the holidays wind down.
To wake up the day after the final Christmas celebration and know that the warm glow has extinguished, that the heartfelt expressions of love and affection with siblings and friends and the thoughtful texts from coworkers will not converge again for another year, to feel the deadweight of all the sugar that has come into the house from well-meaning neighbors’ homemade treats (“old people cookies,” my sons call them) and then to see only blackness outside and feel the sting of cold air — and to recognize that this is life now, for another three months — well, the only way out of that sinking morass is gratitude.
In order to face the cold and darkness, I must examine my life. Count my blessings, as I was taught as a girl. Practice gratitude, in today’s parlance. Surrender to the season and the stillness and the solitude.
Speak it, name it, write it down
Gratitude gives life a richness that has nothing to do with wealth. That has everything to do with relationships and paying attention to the world around you and finding purpose beyond yourself. I first learned about the practice of keeping a gratitude journal when I was treated at Hazelden in 2010 for a drinking problem, that most obsessive and self-centered of addictions.
It was on a Zoom call this past Thanksgiving with other women in recovery that I became reacquainted with the power and simple pleasure of hearing people speak aloud what is good about their lives:
- “I am grateful to have the quiet life I have.”
- “I am grateful for my dog and cat.”
- “I’m grateful that I’m no longer reliant on other people’s opinions of me to validate my self-worth.”
- “I am grateful that I have hope now, even though it comes and goes.”
- And mine, eight months into COVID lockdown: “I am grateful for the mistakes and the growth and the uncertainty.”
November was National Gratitude Month. That dovetails nicely with Thanksgiving, just as Dry January naturally follows from New Year’s Eve (complete with a #soberissexy hashtag on Instagram). But gratitude, like yoga, sobriety and other disciplines, is a practice, not a once-a-year social media or Hallmark card event. To offer thanks or count your blessings only on Thanksgiving would be the equivalent of declaring love to your special someone only on Valentine’s Day. It becomes an external obligation, rather than a habit that you integrate into your daily life.
Unsure how to seek gratitude when you are struggling with one of the most difficult years in modern history or when, like me, you are waking up to your unearned privilege? Start with the internet. There, you can:
- Find the ABC Gratefulness Game, an easy, breezy way to structure a gratitude list.
- Read inspiring quotes about gratitude.
- Learn why gratitude is important as you age and recognize your mortality.
- Understand the difference between gratitude and feeling grateful.
Here’s a real-world example: After my boss died unexpectedly in July 2018, at an age younger than I am today, I endured months of uncertainty at work. The champion for my unconventional job was gone. My future in the organization felt precarious. I was afraid, and my instincts told me to bolt.
Instead, I made the wiser, more difficult choice of staying until the situation sorted out, which it did eventually. Meanwhile, I forged those roiling waters by building a bridge of gratitude.
Every morning as I walked to work, I counted off on the digits of one hand five things about the job for which I was grateful. From the large (I have purpose and opportunities to learn) and the lucky (I like the people I work with) to the seemingly insignificant (I no longer have to commute by car), I reminded myself daily why the job was worth fighting for.
After proposing an enhanced role some months after my boss’s death, I got a new manager, a better title and a generous raise. A more conventionally religious person might give the credit over to God. I say it was the habitual practice of gratitude that reshaped my attitude, helping me gain perspective and a patience I often lack.
“Gratitude is a magnet,” says spiritual director JoAnn Campbell-Rice on the Hazelden Betty Ford Foundation website. “By focusing on what I do have rather than on what I don’t have, gratitude draws the best of any given moment, person or situation.”
‘Gratitude turns what we have into enough’
What is good about my life today, in this moment, right now? That question is at the essence of a gratitude practice.
After nine months of knitting and Netflix, “Zooming” as a verb, too much home cooking and too little sleep, I am keenly aware of what my daily life lacks. The usual wintertime distractions of going to a museum or the movies, reading at a coffeehouse, lunching with friends, hosting neighbors for brunch — those outlets are closed amid COVID’s still rising deaths and case counts.
Still, I remain grateful. I am grateful for a home that allows me to shelter comfortably. I am grateful that no one in my family has caught Coronavirus. I am grateful for the strength and agility to get outside, to walk and run, even to shovel my own sidewalks. I am grateful, at 63, to have a job.
But gratitude — at a time of high unemployment, record numbers of homeless encampments in my city and more COVID-related deaths than any of us thought possible back in March — feels like the embodiment of white, middle-class privilege. What did I do to deserve any of this?
A friend and Unitarian minister recently flipped the question back at me: What’s the alternative to gratitude, some unspoken belief that you deserve your good fortune? “Gratitude is related to humility,” she explained. It’s less an exercise in entitlement than an awakening to the imbalance of opportunities — the systemic inequalities — in a country that feeds on excess. For a few.
Gratitude leads to action. It moves me toward simplicity, inspiring me to recognize when my own needs have been met, to stop when satisfaction morphs into greed, to know when enough is enough. And then to step outside myself, and be of service. “Humility is not thinking less of yourself,” said C.S. Lewis. “It’s thinking of yourself less.”
And that practice, if sustained and multiplied by millions, could literally change the world.
End note: The “End in Mind” Project featured this blog post on February 4, 2021.
Thank you, Amy. Well said and timely as usual. Sometimes my relative privilege has been almost a source of shame in the midst of such suffering – so gratitude has been turning into acts of “paying it forward”’ by sharing gifts of time, talent and treasure with family, friends and strangers. Peace, joy and love to you in the New Year and beyond.
Thank you, Amy. Beautifully expressed. Looking forward to the day we can sit down together with a cup of coffee and catch up.
Love this. I too am grasping the gifts and challenges of gratitude:
I love learning more about our amazing neighbors.
Thank you for sharing your cogent, thoughtful perspective.
On Wed, Dec 30, 2020, 7:05 PM The Middle Stages: Women Reimagine Midlife wrote:
> Amy Gage posted: ” I wake up early every morning, before 6 a.m. This time > of year, in Minnesota, the place where I was born and raised and choose to > stay, that means doing battle with the reality that it is dark and cold > outside, that I am trapped indoors until the surpris” >
Beautiful and poignant-as always Amy
Thank you for this post, Amy, and for all the others you have done. You have always been a great writer and continue to be in this endeavor.
Dear Amy, thank you for your writing on this topic that we have learned to integrate into our recovery lives. Thank you also for your honesty and sharing about your own recovery. Those of us who feel comfortable “going public” can give hope to more people than we can even imagine. We can show folks what recovery looks like and that it is indeed possible. I am so very grateful that our program brought us together to be friends. 💞Carol
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