“An antidote is a substance which can counteract a form of poisoning.”
– some dictionary
I get a lot of self-help emails in my box.
I signed up for it, but I get mad at it.
Doesn’t it know I can’t read everything?
But, today I got an email about how gratitude is the antidote for our poisonous painful feelings.
Really? Is it that simple? Is feeling grateful simple? Especially for a whiner like me?
Well shit, if I had known this, I would have given it a try.
No eye of newt to find and gouge out, no waiting for a full moon to dance under, no swinging of dead chickens….
This goes hand in hand with my post from a different email blast I’m subscribed to that said holding onto pain is a form of self-abuse. Read it here: Holding on to old pain
The trick is to make a daily ritual to acknowledge the gratitude — write it down, or speak it out loud, or pray.
The email suggested writing each thing you’re grateful for on a strip of paper. Then collect them throughout the year and read them on New Year’s Eve.
I dig this idea.
I found an antique glass water bubbler in my basement when I was moving. I took it with me. It just sits at my new place, empty and see-through. I think it would be a perfect place to store those strips of collected paper.
Let’s get this figured out, shall we? I’m looking at you, me.