By: Gabriela Yareliz
This morning, the bridge looked metallic silver in the bright sunshine. A good Friday morning to you!
The train is quiet aside from gentle sniffles and the train conductor who sounds completely unhinged, but it’s not his fault— it’s the intercom.
Most people’s eyes are closed. We made it. Even the girl with the cup of boba milk tea is asleep. There are two exceptions; actually, three.
There is a guy scrolling through the New York Post app next to me. Iran, Iran, Iran! The screen screams.
There is a young girl in a hoodie (how is she not cold?) with her hood up, and she is quickly writing into a small blue notebook. It’s refreshing to see a young person not in her phone. Her sneakers are wildly clean (got to ask her about that).
And then, there is me. Earmuffed and tired but ready to drive the nail in the coffin of this insanely draining week. This morning, I discovered a whole market exists on Etsy selling Punch the monkey keychains. Genius and adorable.
I am craving a simmering hot cup of ginger tea, which I will prepare once I settle into my office. It’s part of my ritual along with turning on my space heater that will convert my office into a lovely little oven of comfort.
This morning, as I paid some bills and tithed and did all the things one does when paid, I did my gratitude prayer. And beyond the needs that are always met and God’s abundant provision, I sat and reflected on the everyday rituals and things that make life better: my pile of blankets, tea, my supplements, pen and paper, veggie delights and the word searches my husband saves for me from the paper.
Despite the chaos, there is a lot to be grateful for. Make your list today.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 