This a bit of dreary time of year for me. Cold, dark, missing people who aren’t here anymore. Thinking about when time(s) were simpler, and when more of my life was ahead of me, not behind me – like it is now. It makes me grateful for all the Christmas lights. They are cheerful, and even the little decorations make the dark days – literally – brighter. I’m grateful for the retrogrades, and the time to reflect. There’s stuff I’m not going to bring with me into 2023…buh-bye. And, I’m grateful I’ve been able to line up a few people to do work at the house. My dream for 2023 is to live in a place where nothing is broken, damaged, and every single thing works. Dream BIG!
Dear Gratitude Journal :
These past few months have been difficult and trying. The short days and long nights don’t help, which is why I’m so grateful for the tradition of holiday lights. It’s uplifting to see the neighborhood dressed up – bright, and shiny. It gives you hope. I’m grateful for my ability to say No. It is a complete sentence. Whenever I say it, I piss people off. But, I see how much people who can’t say No suffer, and it’s worth the wrath. And, I’m grateful for men who can cook. Somethin’ kinda sexy about watching your dinner being flipped around in a pan.