Like much of the East Coast, New York City was hit by Hurricane Irene. On Saturday, we checked our flashlights, loaded up on food, filled the bathtub, and hoped for the best.
We were extremely lucky. The hurricane didn’t affect us much -- we didn’t even lose power. And I’m very, very grateful for that.
The hurricane was a good reminder about gratitude. For one thing, it reminded me that I have so much to be grateful for that it seems a bit preposterous that I need to remind myself to be grateful -- but I do. When life is taking its ordinary course, it’s so easy to take everyday life for granted.
Also, the hurricane made me much more mindful of how much I love my apartment and my city, and how safe and secure I generally feel. It's a sad foible of human nature that it often takes loss, or the threat of loss, to make us appreciate what we already enjoy.