A Blessing Counter

Today, on my walk, I asked an elderly lady how she was doing. 

'Plodding on, love,' she said. 'Counting my blessing, as always.'

I smiled.

'I do that, too,' I said.

'You've got to,' she said. 'I always say my prayers on a night, too.'

'Really?'

'Oh yes. My prayers have been answered many times in the past.'

I believed her.

I believe that prayers work. I don't think you have to be religious in order to pray. I say my personal goals, what I would like for the future, and what I would like for others out loud all the time. Not to mention what I'm grateful for. This, in my eyes, is a form of prayer.

Am I talking to God? Don't know, maybe. 

Am I talking to my higher self? Don't know, maybe.

Am I talking to my subconscious? Don't know, maybe.

I know it works, though.