As a warm-up/breaking the ice kind of exercise, the class facilitator asked us each of us to name ONE GOOD THING that has happened in the past week to SHARE with the class.
In her case: she won resort tickets from the local radio station.
In another: a pregnant person in class said that she felt her baby kick for the first time.
In another: someone got the unexpected (but very much welcomed) gift of cash instead of the dreaded presents they were expecting.
Or was that the dreaded present?
I can’t remember. And I forgot the rest. 18 of us in the class, but I forget what else was said.
I was too busy scraping my dregs of my mind for something – anything – GOOD that happened that week to SHARE.
Recent memory is sometimes the worst memory.
“It doesn’t have to be a big thing, like winning radio tickets,” the facilitator added hastily, sensing the trepidation among those of us in the class facing the immense, the profuse difficulty of finding something – anything – GOOD to SHARE. Anything GOOD that happened that week.
It had to be GOOD and you had to SHARE it.
“Not anything that big. You can slice thin. Slice it really thin and share.”
She gave examples: not stubbing your toe. Not getting stuck in traffic on the way to class. Not having a swing a dead cat anywhere to make a point. Not being diseased in any serious way. Not being (as) destitute (as you could, and probably someday will, be).
(I may have made some of those up.)
“Slice it real thin, and you’ll see how having just a few good things happen can get your through the day.”
Slice it thin and you’ll see.
How thin, though?
But how thin?
How thin must we go until we get there?