Let There Be Light
My gratitude today is very simple, and it doesn't have to do with these extravagant rays of sunshine I saw from the balcony of my friend's house in Kavala, Greece.
(Although that was easily one of the most spectacular moments I've ever witnessed.)
Today was all about artificial light.
I've been working in the same cubicle for three years now [I just had my work anniversary a week ago, making this the longest held job I've ever had(!)], and nothing about it has changed. It's one of those gray-walled, sliding door cubicles that really make you feel like you're in a rat maze, partitioned off from the rest of the world.
Well, one day the IT guy came into my "office" to fix my computer, and he pointed out that the lighting was really dim over my cubicle. We looked up. Half of the lights (in the prison network of long lightbulb tubes above me) were out. He told me this was probably causing fatigue, and it would be wise to get the bulbs replaced.
That was over a year ago.
I believe my thought process had been, "I don't know who to call for this," and that was the extent of my effort.
Last week, I finally asked our secretary whom I needed to call to fix it. She said she would make the appropriate calls to put in a work order.
And today, my friends, I HAD LIGHT! It was like walking into daytime! I could see! I felt alert! It was glorious!
I spent so long in half-darkness, and now I can see, and it is a wonderful thing.