When Gratitude is Your Wrapping Paper

If someone had told me five years ago that I would ever be grateful for my tsunami divorce, I would have thought they were ignorant. Or cruel. Or, at the very least, utterly clueless and insensitive.

But, you know what?

They would have been right.

My divorce was a doozy: 16 years of what-I-thought-was wedded bliss suddenly amputated with a single text message. This was followed by the discovery of marital fraud and felony bigamy. In one instant, the life I had was gone and it was stolen by the man who had lovingly kissed me goodnight for my entire adult life.

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A Different Kind of November Challenge

It’s November.

The leaves are falling. The turkey recipes are circulating. The mustaches are growing. And the internet is awash in NaNoWriMo and gratitude lists.

I love those lists. I enjoy reading how people are thankful for their families, their jobs and their health. I smile when I see their pictures of cooing babies or mischievous puppies. I appreciate the renewed energy that spills from accounting one’s blessings.

Those lists are beautiful.

Heart warming,

But I also think they’re a cop-out.

It’s easy to be thankful for the good things in your life. It’s easy to summon gratitude for the people and situations that bring us joy.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s valuable to take the time to enumerate those things you appreciate.

But it’s even more valuable to find reasons to be thankful for those things which bring us pain or grief or anger.

 

Which leads me to my November challenge.

It doesn’t require that you forsake your razor.

Nor must you write for 30 consecutive days.

You do not even have to share your results with your Facebook feed.

 

But it won’t be easy.

I call it radical gratitude.
Radical because it’s intense.
Difficult.
Almost unthinkable.
But also because it has the chance of being life changing.

Identify the one person or thing or situation in your life that has caused you the most grief. The most pain. The most anger.

Find that dark hole that bleeds you.

That curse.

Maybe it’s an ex. Or an abusive parent. Perhaps it’s your job or lack thereof. Possibly, you face an illness that has stripped your body or had an accident that stole your health in one fell swoop. Maybe it’s not the presence of a person, but the loss of one.

Whatever it is, identify it.

And then be grateful for it. Create a list of ten reasons that you are thankful for your biggest challenge.

You can share it – here or elsewhere – or you can keep it to yourself.

But write it. Believe in it. And then release it.

 

You cannot choose what happens to you, but you can always choose how you respond.

You have the power to turn your greatest challenge into your biggest blessings.

I took this challenge myself several months ago and listed ten reasons I am thankful for my ex.

Read it.

And then write your own.

 

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Celebration

Today marks four years since I received the text message that ended my marriage. I’m celebrating – not the end of the marriage but the life and love that I have found since. I used to mark July as a disaster, now I can see it as a beginning.

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Radical Gratitude

For Valentine’s Day, I decided to send Brock a daily email with a message of how I love and appreciate him. It’s amazing how much starting my day that way helps to put me in a better mindset. When I take those moments to think about and share my gratitude, I feel more loving and more patient and just happier in general.

But, let’s be honest, there’s nothing radical in that. After all, I’m marrying the man in 7 months, I’d hope I could come up with 28 things I love and appreciate about him:)

Nope, that’s easy gratitude, not radical gratitude. It’s really a form of practicing the perfect. It’s great, we both benefit, but it doesn’t really challenge me.

So, today, I’m pushing myself. I’m presenting myself with the challenge of radical gratitude.

Deep breath.

I’m writing a list of  twenty-eight   twenty   ten reasons I’m grateful for my ex-husband.

Now, before I begin, let me just give you an idea of how radical this is. This is the man who ended a 16 year relationship with a text message and refused to ever speak to me again. This is man who locked our three dogs in the basement, not knowing if they would survive. This is man who stole tens of thousands of dollars from me and refused to cooperate with the divorce settlement. This is the man who committed felony bigamy and currently has a warrant for his arrest. This is the man who was practicing forging his other wife’s signature to use on a life insurance policy on her. You see? Radical.

Okay, I’ve poured the glass o vino and cued the Jack Johnson.

Here goes.

1) I’m thankful that I had such a wonderful best friend for sixteen years. We grew so much together and shared so much over the years. We knew each other from high school. We nursed the other through wisdom teeth removal and stayed together through talks of retirement plans. I’m grateful for that history and those memories.

2) He was always so amazingly supportive. He brought me flowers after a major presentation in high school. He gripped my hand years later during a painful doctor’s visit for shingles. I always felt like he had my back through good times and bad.

3) I’m grateful for the experience we had renovating a house together. We bought the fixer-upper when we were only 22 and not much more than broke. We worked on the house for almost ten years, putting in more sweat and ingenuity than money. He always amazed me with his skills and talents. He was a self-taught carpenter than earned the respect of professionals. He never met a job he couldn’t master. I was so proud of his talents and I loved to learn from him.

4) I’m thankful for how well he took care of our animals – three dogs and a cat by the end. He carefully tended our pug’s stitches when she had an allergic reaction after being spayed. He helped me build a cardboard fortress for the cat when she was a playful kitten. He hand fed our middle dog after he recovered from a broken leg. He stayed up nights for a week with our youngest when she had kennel cough.

5) I am appreciative of the teamwork we shared. We worked so well together. Somehow, we always anticipated the other’s moves or needs and reacted accordingly. I don’t think we ever snapped at each other while we were working on a project – whether setting up a tent in the rain or laying tile at two in the morning.

6) I am grateful for having such an amazing lover. We learned and explored together over our 16 years. I never felt limited and was always completely satisfied.

7) He had an amazing sense of humor. We both shared a love of comedy and of laughter. Through him, I discovered many of my favorite comedians that I still follow today (Bill Burr in April, baby!).

8) I’m grateful that he taught me how to accept touch and affection. Before him, I used to pull back from contact because I found it to be too overwhelming. He was so patient with me and slowly taught me the comfort to be found in his arms. I used to love to lie astride him with my head on his chest just listening to the calming beat of his heart.

9) I’m thankful that he was always willing to talk. This is a weird one, knowing what I know now, but I’m going with my perspective while in the marriage. He never shied away from conversation, even when I woke him early in the morning (not his favorite!). He was always a great listener and always made me feel heard and respected.

10) And, here’s the hardest one. I’m thankful that all this happened. Yeah, it sucked. It was the most painful experience of my life. I’m still paying for it – literally and emotionally. But it has also opened up a whole new world for me that I would not have realized otherwise. I’m happier now than I have ever been and I’ve experienced enough to be more grateful for that than I would have been before.

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The Gift of Giving

I received a gift tonight. No, not one that was wrapped and sitting under a tree, nor one that came in a box at all. The gift I received tonight was the gift of giving.

 

My boyfriend and I made our usual trip to the gym this evening. Usual, with one small caveat – he was almost out of gas. Now, this is a situation that historically has caused me great stress. Until my mid-twenties, I never let my car go below 1/4 of a tank. Yeah, I know. I am getting better; however, and the situation this evening only caused me mild distress until we pulled into the gas station with 1 mile left on the digital readout.

Gas can & Twine
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By the time Brock and I left the gym this evening, it was dark out (not cold, however. thanks, Atlanta for this springtime respite!). We saw a woman struggling with a gas can with her car pulled just into the driveway of the gym (a position we could have easily been in ourselves just 30 minutes earlier). Brock immediately stopped the car, rolled down the window, and asked if she needed help. She said she couldn’t get the nozzle of  the gas can to operate according to the directions. Brock put his car in reverse, and pulled out of the driveway, hitting a piece of metal and blowing a rear tire in the process.

A brief interlude: After only a few weeks of dating, Brock spent an afternoon helping me as I purchased an apartment’s worth of furniture from IKEA, loaded it into a rental truck, and carried it up 3 flights of stairs. On our way back to the rental facility (after MANY trips up those damned stairs), we came across a man who had run out of gas just outside my new apartment. As the nearest gas station was a mile away, Brock offered to give him a ride there and back. We were exhausted. I was elated. I knew then I had a man worth keeping.

 

Undaunted, he got out, and proceeded to try to help the woman. It turns out that this gas can was either designed by or manufactured by complete morons, as it was impossible to connect the nozzle to the can in any fashion. She and I proceeded to mess with the pesky plastic piece of junk (eventually using a laminated brochure as a funnel in its place) while Brock went to change his tire.

 

We left the gym parking lot 20 minutes later than planned with gas on our hands, rumbles in our bellies and a busted tire. But we also left happy, filled with the authentic well-being that can only come from helping another. And that’s a gift we can all receive.