Aiming for Grateful

Posted by on Nov 25, 2013 | 2 Comments


I’m always amused at how, now matter how conscious I try to be about being compassionate and about appreciating others – about being grateful – that I can’t help but be human.  With Thanksgiving approaching and gratefulness top-of-mind, I’m reminded of the day I first used my digital voice recorder.

We were living in Dallas, and I had hired a pianist to practice my singing (just for my soul).   We were playing through  a song by John Bucchino called “Grateful”, which I used to sing back in my Cabaret-days in Seattle.  I had just purchased a handy-dandy little voice recorder and had recorded the rehearsal so I could practice it.  Practice it driving around, on my stationary bike, while washing dishes – wherever I wanted.  And when you’re singing a song called “Grateful” you just can’t help but feel it.

The thing about a digital recorder – at least back then – is that, until you download the song on your iPod, or computer you can’t really hear it very well.  They’re not great for playing back – mostly for recording.  But of course I was too excited to wait.  After my rehearsal, I jumped in my car, looking forward to singing the song on my way home.  I’m holding the recorder up to my ear like a cell phone (so I can hear the darn thing) and I’m singing as I’m driving out of the parking lot.

I’ve got a roof over my head.  I’ve got a warm place to sleep.

And I get to the intersection and the light is flashing red on all four sides, so we have to take turns.  And I’m in my car, waiting for my turn, singing at the top of my lungs…

Sometimes I lie awake counting gifts instead of counting sheep.

I pull up to the 4-way stop.  It’s almost my turn.  I could see all the drivers looking cautiously at each other, ready to go (although in retrospect, they may have been looking at me wondering what the weird lady was doing in the red Prius talking to herself with such gusto).

Grateful.  Grateful.  Truly grateful am I.

It’s my turn!  I drive forward, with my digital recorder plastered to my ear, singing…

Truly blessed and duly grateful…

And this lady in a giant black Cadillac SUV, talking on her cell phone, blows past her turn in line, cutting me off.

Like Sybil, I ferociously slam on my horn and scream, “Hey!  Watch it!” –  shooting arrows out of my eyeballs as she gives me the “Sorry” hand and drives off.

Can’t say I was feeling the gratitude any longer.

The thing about “being real” is that there’s no room for being perfect.  Sometimes you just have to laugh at how funny you are as a human being.  Because we’re all weird and quirky.  And sometimes, even with the best intentions, we get thrown off our game and react.

And the only thing we can do, is to be as compassionate as possible as we can with ourselves.  To hopefully laugh and find humor in the absurdity of it all, and continue to take aim at where we want to be.


©OnStage Leadership, 2013;  Kimberly Davis is the Founder/Director of OnStage Leadership, a full-day experiential leadership workshop.  If you found this helpful, interesting, thought-provoking, or inspiring please “recommend”, “Like” and share.  It is only through your generosity that we can reach those who may find it valuable too.


  1. Vidya
    November 25, 2013

    Ahhh! Being human! I forgot that at times, think I am this spiritual super woman and totally BS’ing my way! 🙂 and then I get clear!!

  2. Kimberly
    November 25, 2013

    Love it, Vidya! I’m so glad I’m not alone!

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