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 :
I’m grateful for a day of rain where I didn’t once worry about roof leaks or garage flooding. A solid roof, warm fire, and the defeat of fascism has me feeling quite content. I’m grateful that after more than a month of repairs and upgrades, my house is slowly returning to a functional state. And, I’m grateful for take out. I’m actually grateful for that a lot.