Count Your Blessings


Many women use their manicurist as a therapist! I listen to them bemoaning their problems as I sit next to them in the small charming brown stone I frequent each week where I get a plain manicure. Back at the ranch (as the old saying goes) I hear these young girls giving better advise than Carl Yung! So, yesterday as my girl is taking off my polish I cannot help but hear the woman next to me lament a litany of woes to her manicurist, the girl giving great advice and I want to horn in and say to her, “Do a reality check and count your blessings. I know you have at least one!” But I don’t.

I go into my zone, think about my morning and just by coincidence what I thought about while in my favorite “think tank” -- my shower.

As I step into my little space with Orchid watching me through the glass door I feel such peace as the water from my rain forest showerhead cascades over me. My mind clears as it is being cleansed of all the garbage we all take into our daily lives. Stepping out I am cleared headed and I always seem to have solved a problem, made a plan or counted a blessing.

That morning I daydreamed in my “therapy chamber” about our adventures in Europe, having returned the day before. The House of Music and eating Weinersnitchel in Vienna, visiting the Nuremberg Museum in Nuremberg, Germany, The Niki de Saint Phalle art exhibit at the Grande Palais in Paris with close European friends; walking through the beautiful city of Munich and the cobbled streets in Montmatre, visiting Dachau, the first of Hitler’s concentration camps, dining on foie gras and croissants in Paris, seeing the Frank Geary new architectural wonder outside Paris and our Tauck Tour down the Danube, all with my husband, Shelly.

The flashback took only a few minutes. Rinsing the shampoo out of my hair with baby shampoo I can hardly wait to get out of my “therapy chamber,” tie a towel around my wet hair, put on my fluffy terry robe and go up to my husband and tell him how much I love him.

It is important to be able to hone in and give thanks for your blessings. It can be as small as your mother taking the kids on a Saturday night or loving the view out your window. Take the time to pause from time to time simply to “feel and be grateful.” It’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day mayhem that is our lives, but if you take a step back and think about it, you probably have more than a few things you can be truly grateful for – let’s not forget about those.

I don’t know the mechanics by which some people can count their blessings and others cannot. I guess that is because I am not a manicurist or Carl Yung!