The Attitude of Gratitude

Ain't just a platitude.

Experiencing life post-Sabbatical. I am so happy and grateful, it is way bigger than me. Turns out I really do enjoy my work as a clinical social worker, especially when it's not like drinking out a firehose. I used to say that I loved my work at the county, but there was just so darn much of it.

I just called my old supervisor the other day, and she said she couldn't believe it had only been a year that I'd been gone; that it seemed like 10 years. A lot happens there in a day. There's a reason people count their time in dog years.

It has been such a gift and an honor to focus on clients again. And keeping the focus on me, too.

I suspect the big changes in my diet and other health-related practices has also given me a boost to some degree. It certainly was a major change. I remember just feeling an energetic floor one day. Nice. And impermanent.

Social work is my trade, and I am very grateful that I have not had to stop practicing it. Especially at a point in my career when I have a little seasoning. I like to think it's about to get really interesting now.

I was describing the difference to someone -- that instead of treading water, it's more like water ballet.

Also I have an inordinate amount of gratitude about getting to ride the bus every day. Bus Practice is its own blog post, perhaps coming soon.

Here's a little clip from one of my top three favorite movies of all time, Stuart Smalley Saves His Family. It's such an affectionate sendup of the 12-Step programs and their wonderful slogans that only a self-depricating codependent insider could accomplish.

The attitude of gratitude -- it ain't just a platitude.