Layers. That's what I am wearing. Many layers. It is cold here. Hmmm. It is winter, after all, so cold is to be expected, but I hate having cold hands!
I am listening to the news - unemployment figures, home re-possession, murder, cholera, OJ. I am looking at people marching in Harare - Zimbabwe is a place which defies belief. How much worse can the situation get? Crisis? Oh yes.
And yet, I am safe in my little world here. I have heating, I have food, I have shelter, I have water, I have books, I have a computer, I have clothes, I have a comfortable bed, I have blankets, I have it all. My problems seem miniscule in comparison to the problems of people in Zim, drinking water they know is going to possibly kill them, because they have no other option.
I tend to forget at times, just how much I have to be thankful for. The news reminds me that my small corner of the world is not the norm. I need the news to ground me - bring me back to reality. The temptation is to turn it off and bury my head in the sand, but I don't do that. I need to know what is happening, and part of that is what makes me the person I am.
I know how fortunate I am. I know I have so much to be thankful for. I know this, because I make sure I know what the rest of the world is contending with on a daily basis. And so, when I look at my own life, there is no room for self-pity or discontent. I may not have many riches. I may not have all the trappings. My dishwasher is dead (you need to know how much I HATE washing dishes!) and there are loads of things on my wish list, of course. I would change a great deal if I could!
But hey, I have enough! More than enough. I am an ordinary woman, who is immensely grateful that I have so much.