I live in a beautiful place. Sometimes I forget that and grumble about my dusty car, or my long drive to pick up the kids, or the cow poo on the road. So I'm making a conscious effort to remember how lucky I am.
I'm lucky that my closest neighbour is more than 100 metres away.
I'm lucky that I see mist instead of smog.
I'm thankful that I can smell fresh air, animals and grass.
I'm lucky that I can keep chooks and collect my own eggs.
I'm lucky that I have no one telling me that my grass is too long/too short/too patchy/too green.
I'm thankful that my view is hills and paddocks and trees.
I'm lucky that I have a beautiful place to call home.
I'm lucky and I'm thankful.