I’ve written quite a bit about business-y type stuff on this blog and avoided writing personal stuff. Don’t know why, just didn’t feel like sharing. But I’ve decided that on weekends I’m going to try and write some personal thoughts, starting today.
I love the word blessed. I think it’s a beautiful word with a beautiful meaning.
I’m blessed with an amazing wife, a lovely family, lovely friends first and foremost.
I’m blessed with parents who worked hard and moved from country to country to escape persecution, for opportunity that they might have an education and provide for their child to have an education (thanks mom). I pray that I can be as strong for my family.
I’m blessed with an education. I’m blessed with the ability to work as a result of that education.
I’m blessed with a good job and good people I work with – and have worked with in the past.
I’m blessed with a couple of days in my favourite city in the world.
I’m blessed with a strong community which made it possible for me to meet my wife, some of my best friends and countless amazing people.
And I’m blessed with becoming a father in the next few months and looking forward to sharing these blessings with a new child.
I don’t often (enough) count my blessings, but the last couple of days in London have just been so nice. And today waking up in this city with good friends, taking a cab across a sleepy London just waking up, a great breakfast with really good friends and a fab chat with the Bee I’m really counting my blessings today. There’s a word in Arabic I believe, Shukar, I used to say it all the time growing up. It literally means thanks. My mom and dad insisted that it should be my response to everything good in life. I think I lost this for a little while, but after a couple of days in London, with seeing some great friends and enjoying my time, it’s back, and I’m glad. Shukar.
