Feeling Blessed

I might be the luckiest person in the world. I have family and friends who love and support me and a job that gives me personal and professional satisfaction. I am amazingly happy and content these days and that scares the ever-loving shit out of me. I have been a bit worried about waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop--a bit neurotic approach for a person with strong Pollyanna tendencies-but human. I realized yesterday when the new company that bought the company my husband works for started moving people around, that this may be the dropping shoe. Instead of being worried, I feel resolve and strength in my family, of our ability to weather any storm and gratitude for God for giving me such a strong base. I realized that it doesn't matter if the other shoe falls-we will tighten our belt--keep our sense of humour and continue to be groovy. I am making a silver lining list---the kitchen will get painted, the hall cabinets refinished, the house uncluttered, and maybe my family can travel with me a bit this spring--we will have to forego a 25 year anniversary trip, eat a lot of rice and pasta, drive my old car another year and Rach might have to use her own money for gas--but even with the other shoe teetering on the edge of falling, all I can think of how incredibly blessed I am. No complaints from here from the peanut galley.