I don’t know about you but I can hardly believe it is THAT time of the year! It feels like it was just yesterday when I was in shorts and puttering in our garden. Now, I’m prepping for a Thanksgiving Day meal.
Is it me, or has time sped up?
As in the past, I like to make a list of things I am grateful for. Here are five:
My family. I am so grateful for my husband (of nineteen years) and fifteen year-old son. Those two have kept me grounded when I think I might have (permanently) left this reality for an imaginary one.
Writing. I am thankful that I discovered the magic of writing so many years ago. It enabled me to work through the many dark times in life as well as opened up doors to the many opportunities and wonderful people I never would have encountered. All have been such blessings of hope that kept me going!
This country. I am so so thankful to live in this great country! It is so full of beauty and variety. As of today, I’ve visited perhaps thirty states. I hope to visit the rest in the near future (have yet to see the Pacific coast).
Health. I am thankful to be alive and healthy. I’ve known so many who are no longer with me and they will be in my thoughts tomorrow.
My animals. Okay, I’m going a little mushy now. I am thankful for the many pets I have in and around my house. They keep me thoroughly entertained all day long. And not to mention, great company when both my guys are gone during the days.
Hard to believe that it’s nearly Thanksgiving (US). Where has the year gone? Since I may go “quiet” here for the next few days, I’d like to list some of the things I’m thankful for.
First, the usual:
Without any of these, I would not be where I am today.
Next, the more contemplative ones 🙂
I am so grateful to be living in the rural country now instead of the city. Here, my anxiety level has dropped dramatically, and I feel that my life has been more enriched and healthier. I love seeing my son reveling in the freedom to play outside and not worry about various dangers.
Here I can immerse myself in nature and the seasons which all fertilize my imagination, and allow me to create more abundantly. No booming rap music next door. No noisy traffic outside our front door. No fighting neighbors over POA regulations. Just peace and quiet.
My struggles fuel my writing. They enable me to be a more compassionate and empathetic person. To be more thoughtful of others. They also help in creating more realistic characters.
In other words,
The next chapter of the interactive story will post on Friday!