I’ve developed a small ritual. A ritual so small, it might seem silly. But a ritual nonetheless – one I never miss, one to which I actually look forward.
The ritual involves a few dedicated moments before I fall asleep each night. I don’t need my journal, I don’t need candles or essential oils, I don’t need music. I just need the quiet, the dark of the closing day, and myself.
Every night, I turn off the bedside lamp, rest my head on the pillow, snuggle down and pull the covers up to my chin. And then…I think of three good things from my day.
That’s it. Three good things.
I don’t attach the words gratitude or grateful or thankful to this (though I suppose it’s more or less the same thing). I don’t have rules about what counts as good. Just whatever comes to mind as I reflect on my day. These things might be people or experiences. They might be the absence of something negative. They might be anything. Anything at all.
Sometimes (especially on the really good days) I think of more than three, but I deliberately avoid long lists here. The point of this ritual is that it’s short and sweet. It’s simple and doable (who doesn’t have sixty seconds before falling asleep?). This isn’t meant to be a catch-all for everything. I’m not testing myself to make sure I remember everything good.
I’m simply dedicating a few moments in the quiet of each closing day to reflect on a little goodness. Because, even on the shittiest-hardest-darkest day, I can think of three good things. I really can.
Three good things, as I drift off to sleep. I can’t think of a better way to end a day.
On Monday, I’ll be sharing a special post here as part of Gratitude Week. Monday will also begin the first of seven reflections on gratitude, Gratitude Notes, sent straight from my heart to your inbox. Think of it as a mini workshop on gratitude (it’s free!). If you’d like to receive those mailings, you still have time to sign up…right here.
The roots of all goodness lie in the soil of appreciation for goodness.
~ Dalai Lama ~
Here’s to goodness and appreciation of that goodness. And here’s to the growth that follows…
always the love, m