Count my blessings

I woke this morning, and I was cold, but I had shelter

I was tired and hungry and didn’t want to go to work, but knew how blessed it is to have a job that pays for food.

 So I started to get dressed and couldn’t decide what to wear, and was blessed to have a CHOICE and something to wear. 
 

I walked to work, It was -20 degrees and I could barely catch my breath, but then I thought, but I am breathing, and I am blessed to have safe streets without the fear of being killed and the health to still have the mobility to move. 

 I caught my reflection in a mirror and thought, I’m getting older, and I have wrinkles, but this can only mean that I have lived a good life and that I have this day to live. 

 I am writing this post today and frustrated that I can’t find the words to describe the emotions I have inside for the countless people in the world who do not have the blessings I speak of…but lucky to have the freedom of speech to be able to express how I feel today…

 For Aleppo and the rest of the world that is less fortunate as this very moment….

 My heart and thoughts are with you…