My day began like any other day with me struggling to open my eyes and get going. Once they were open however, I found myself slowly being able to get going. It was a crisp cool morning and as my toes peeped out from under the warmth of my doona, they tingled. Hurriedly, I sat upright and popped them into my slippers strategically placed next to the bed. I have slippers.
I dragged my weary self to the bathroom where I began to make those all-important changes to my appearance. Wash the sleep out of the eyes. Apply moisturiser and then the foundation. All the while thinking to myself, no-one needs to see this face unmasked. Next came the eye colour and some eye liner. Done. This is the best it is going to get. I have make-up.
Jewellery on and now for the clothes. I hate this part of the day. Deciding what to wear on any day that I must appear outside my four walls is always a drama. Do I want to dress as who I want to be, or do I wear what I am expected to wear? Oh dear. I carefully choose a pair of black pants and a nice white shirt and over the top is going my bright yellow jumper. Adding colour, especially your favourite colour always brings a smile. I have clothes to wear.
Downstairs, shoes on and as I head out the door, my husband kisses me and hands me a coffee and I head to my car that he has gotten out of the garage for me. As I get into the car I find myself full of gratitude for this man who has shared my life for 40 years. What a blessing he is to me. I have a home and a wonderful husband.
Off I drive to the office. As I drive, I am thinking of all the things I am to do today and before I know it, I am pulling into the carpark. Wait a minute, I do not remember any of the drive. I have been singing along with the radio and have not noticed the drive. I have a car.
I walk inside and, as always, I am the first person there. I love this time in the office, it is so quiet, and I get to turn all the lights on and put music on in the background and just make this a warm inviting place to enter. I also have opportunity to walk around the space and pray over each area where people will sit and produce quality work today. It is such a privilege to be able to do this. I have a job.
Slowly the troops all begin to appear, and the noise levels begin to rise. My colleagues all begin to file past my desk on their way to the kitchen to drop off their lunches in the fridge and make that all important cup of tea or coffee to begin their day. I love it, because almost every single one of them stops and has a chat. I have friends.
This is my workplace, fun, full of laughter, full of productivity and each one supporting the other.
What does a normal day look like for you? Are you grateful for your place of work or is it a hard place to be? Not every day is wonderful. There are days when you wish you could just hide under a rock, I understand, that happens to me also, even amid such a great environment. But I believe that even in the middle of the worst day, there is a gem that is to be discovered. A moment, a conversation, a gesture, a compliment, a smile given or received.
These moments remembered will always help you to get to the end of your day and be grateful to be alive.
Captivating Freedom 