It has been hard to count my blessings lately, especially since my list of “To Do” gets longer and longer, and usually comprised of “urgent but not important” things. I feel like I am drowning in the sea of mundane details of human existence, living out Thoreau’s version of quiet desperation. But I have to keep reminding myself that this is only a valley, that the road uphill is never easy, and this, too, shall pass. At times like this, counting my blessings is not about counting how many great things are happening to me—-it’s about counting on my faith of good things to come.