My Gratitude

For me, the simplest things to be grateful for tend to come with noticing. I could watch a tree all day. Any season. I love when I’m present enough to notice the bird sitting in the morning sun, or the fact that the sky is never the same each day. It just settles me into myself, and allows awe into my life. Existing is crazy, and to notice it is even more mind-blowing.

I've been ever so grateful for Choice. Each day, we get to choose how we meet the world and how we meet ourselves. I can choose gentleness, even with messy emotions. I can choose patience, kindness, and presence - though some days it takes a deep breath (or five) to get there. This softening ripples outward, and I’m grateful for those who reflect it back to me with their own compassion and humor.

I’m especially grateful for the work I do. To be trusted with someone’s vulnerability is no small thing. In the treatment room, people soften, open, breathe, and sometimes tell me the kind of truths that only emerge when you’re horizontal under a heat lamp. I witness their courage, their growth, their humor, their grief and all of it reminds me how connected we really are. Their healing shapes my own (thank you, thank you!)

Some days, gratitude arrives easily. Other days, I have to slow down and actively look for it. As life speeds up, I’m especially grateful for the teachers, friends, and patients who share tools that help me come back to this practice.

I do my best to notice the abundance in my life. The love that rises from that awareness feels grounded and strong - something I want to offer back into the world.

I’m especially grateful for growth, and for the people who nudge me towards it. Their support brings a sense of safety in being fully human, which is something I hope I share with all of you!

And truly, thank goodness for humor. Without it, things might be a little much. Laughing at the madness feels like the truest form of self-care. It reminds me that being human is weird, wonderful, and imperfect. And for me, that’s exactly what makes it all so meaningful.

With Love,

Bridgette