My response is as honest as it is simple — and it’s always the same — I am grateful because I have enough.
It’s not fancy, but it’s the truth. There have been times when I didn’t have enough of those things that people can see — like money or other resources. And I’m grateful that I seem, these days, to have more of those things than I had in the past, but what I’m most thankful for is that I recognized that what was sorely lacking in my life was not anything that anyone else could see, nothing that could be bought. What I was sorely lacking was faith. Not religious faith, but faith in myself.
Some people might look at my life now and think that I’m kidding myself. They might think that I still don’t have enough of the creature comforts, that in resolving to be happy with what I have I’ve lowered my expectations. The nicest thing about discovering the faith that I have in myself is that I no longer pay heed or give credence to what others may think.
For those who say I’m kidding myself, that I have lowered my standards, I would argue that I’m not, that I haven’t. Indeed, I would argue that I’ve raised them.
I may not have some of the trappings of success that others do, but I don’t value them, either. My husband probably wishes that I did. Then, maybe we’d have our own house or go on exotic vacations. But, I don’t.
There are some areas of my life that might benefit from a change. Consideration as to whether these changes will make for a better life or just a different life must be taken into account and weighed carefully before changes are made.
I’m thankful that I know that trading in my server apron for a corporate I.D. card won’t necessarily make me happier. It may make other people happier, but that’s not any reason to do it. You can’t put a price tag on that kind of knowledge.
I know that I don’t want to measure my self-worth in “stuff”. There are other ways to measure success. I think I’ve done pretty well in the areas that truly matter.
What I’ve discovered is that I’ve made some fruitful investments and that they have names and faces — my husband, my daughter, my family, my friends, and my co-workers. Less tangible and not as easy to assess as economic success perhaps, but the pleasure I take from these relationships is far more satisfying than owning a dishwasher could ever be.
Truthfully, I have far more than I need — possibly far more than I deserve. I have enough faith in myself to know this and that satisfies me greatly. That, my friends, is something to be grateful for.