Nope, I am filled with the kind of gratitude one sings about in the lyrics of the
It began last night as I was riding home from work on my bike, music pounding through my headphones, wind in my face, sunshiny warmth all around me; it washed over me suddenly, this wave of thankfulness, as I was riding under the East Mall overpass on my way from Queensway to Evans.
It just sort of hit me, this realization how very lucky I am: I have a relatively healthy (if somewhat unique), happy family – people who love me, someone who cooks incredibly delicious meals for me and makes my lunch most weekdays… I have enough resources for an apartment overlooking the waters of Lake Ontario, and the time and money to travel to Prince Edward Island for a weekend to enjoy the ocean… I have a fulfilling career with engaging colleagues and so many interesting projects I have trouble putting them down at night to go to bed when I ought to… I have flown an airplane, and – even if the reality of achieving my PPL seems at times increasingly nebulous – I have somehow acquired enough basic skills to navigate in familiar and semi-familiar airspace, understand how to increase my chances of surviving an engine failure, and land more or less safely on most of the six runways at CYTZ after a glorious flight across the lake and over the fields in the nearby practice area above Claremont… my neighbourhood is home to a very neat coffee shop and two awesome pizza places, and I can walk or bike quickly and easily to Indian food, felafels, a chocolate shop, two libraries and an Italian bakery… I have access to places of worship that both fulfill and stretch me spiritually… everyone in my immediate family owns a scooter and has enough leisure time to ride to nearby parks and playgrounds at least once a week…
Professionally, personally, spiritually my cup runneth over with blessings of every kind!