Do you ever just take a moment think about how lucky you are? I will readily admit that I don’t do it often enough. But I had this moment last week on my birthday, when I was just struck by the thought that I really am extraordinarily lucky.
This year was the first year that I’d woken up in a house alone (not including Lou) on my birthday. To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to it; I’m generally a crazy birthday-festival kinda gal (difficult to believe, I know) so I thought I might be a bit lonely, especially after two consecutive weekends of my fabulous family visiting me. It was actually totally fine though – I had a session with my Challenge girls early, a walk with Lou and then went to work, where my colleagues really went out of their way to make my day special, including a surprise lunch, giant lolly jar and lots of singing, flowers and hugs. The day finished perfectly – out to dinner with my best friend and her boyfriend, followed by Messina on the the way home. I actually couldn’t have asked for anything more. When I went to bed that night my heart was just so full of love and thankfulness. Is that a word? Whatever, I’m using it.
So the next day I’m sitting there, flicking through Instagram, when I notice my followers seem to have jumped by about 20 in 20 minutes. While I’d like to think that was an ordinary day, let me tell you, it really isn’t. The number kept rising at a rapid rate, and I had absolutely no idea what the heck was going on until I found myself mentioned in a link on Twitter, directing people to a Buzzfeed entitled ’18 Instagram Accounts That Will Inspire You to Live Your Best Life.’ Holy. Shit.
Did I mention how thankful I am? How lucky I am? I mean, I don’t want to make people vomit with my cheesiness, and it’s definitely not to say that I don’t work hard or that it’s come from nowhere. I work a full time job, run my six-week challenges plus other PT and group training sessions, as well as working on the blog and putting together guest posts for others when I’m able. I love it, but sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I wonder whether anyone cares. Whether anyone is reading what I’m writing or doing my sessions. So when I have these moments – and they can be as big as Buzzfeed or as small as being tagged in a post where someone has tried one of my workouts – it really makes it all worth it.
So yeah, I’m feeling pretty thankful for all the good in my life right now. For my family, my friends, my handsome little dog Lou, and to every single person who takes some time out of their day to read something I’ve written, whether here, on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter or my personal emails. I’m not 100% sure what I did to deserve it all, but I sure as hell hope that I keep doing whatever it is!
Oh – and I’m kidding about the personal emails. You need to stop reading those – it’s weird.