Sometimes, not very often, a see a picture of myself or, like just now, catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. And instead of thinking something negative the thought that crosses is my mind is,
“That lady is on a wild adventure. She’s quirky, definitely nerdy, but she smiles a lot and her laugh is loud and heartfelt. She likes jokes, writing, animals and children. She’s amazing. And I get to decide her future.” For a brief moment the world is still, calm, and peaceful. And I’m perfectly content with spending a holiday alone in my pjs doing things that relax me (which includes football; although the first half of that game was intense).

Yesterday I was grateful for the toilet flushing. Not that it ever hasn’t, I just realized I take for granted the small things and that’s one that definitely deserved the “blessing” label. The refrigerator light coming on when I sneak a midnight piece of pie is another. The car starting, the washer running, the faucet proving water, and a bunch of bubble bath. All so simple…until they aren’t there or don’t function.

So I guess although I didn’t think of myself in a “thanksgiving” mood, it would appear that I actually have been. For weeks. I don’t take this life for granted. Every hour I’m alive is a gift. To whomever is running this joint, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!