Some days feel ordinary. The morning comes with its routine of breakfast, coffee, and a to-do list that seems endless. Other days bring unexpected challenges—a missed delivery, a rainy afternoon when plans fall through, or simply feeling a little off. Yet, I've learned that even in the humdrum or the hurdles, gratitude has a way of sneaking in, lighting up my day like a soft glow in the dark.
I used to think gratitude was reserved for big moments—celebrations, milestones, or surprises. But lately, I've realized it’s the small things that truly hold power. The warmth of a fresh-baked loaf of bread filling the kitchen, the birds sitting on a tree branch in our garden, or a quiet cup of tea after a long day—these are the treasures that steady me.
Some mornings, when insomnia has kept me awake far too long, I feel heavy-eyed and weary. Yet, as I watch the first rays of sun break through the clouds, I find a kind of peace. It’s a reminder that no matter how restless the night, the day always comes, bringing its own quiet gifts.
