One year ago....three hundred and sixty-five days, exactly, I was in Koh Chang, Thailand. I was surrounded by the most amazing blue sky that seemed to disappear into the warm Pacific ocean. I was awed by uncountable shades of green. I ate the freshest, sweetest pineapple that I had ever tasted. I laid, everyday, in a hammock, reading a Dalai Lama book and counting my blessings. I was accompanied by some of the most intelligent, inspiring, interesting people that I have ever known. I was content that when I e-mailed home there would be a plethora of people who
e-mailed me back and told me how much they loved me and how much they missed me. My life could not have been more fantastic....
And today, the Pacific ocean is not outside my front door, and the shades of green here are covered with a thick smog. The Dalai Lama's book has been read so many times, in the hope that I can learn his secret to happiness, that the pages are falling out. Pineapple doesn't seem to taste as sweet.
I still can't figure out how things changed so much in the last year, without really changing. I can't figure out why I have been sitting around feeling sorry for myself. I am healthy, I am loved, I am free to do what I choose.... today I choose to start re-counting my blessings.
Posted by Kate at 12:03 PM |
