I’m thankful. “Is there a specific reason,” you may ask. And no, there isn’t.
The world is not perfect, and we can’t make it so, although we can always try. Plans take years to get going, and then stagnate. Plans having to do with writing, work, time — there is never, ever, ever enough time to do half the things I have to do.
My favorite uncle in Romania passed away recently (he didn’t die young at 83, but still, people only die once). So this could easily be a post about sadness, or complaining. And God knows I’m a pro when it comes to moaning and groaning. Then I look around me and see so much to be thankful for.
My family My voice: so good to be able to speak up against and for anything For the sun Good health Books The beautiful sight of California hawks flying over the canyon Laughter The seasons For my writing The beautiful trees outside my office window (shown above) Sushi Music For everything I’ve experienced in this life of mine Friends I have and friends I’ve yet to meet
If contentment is a state of mind, one I have control over, I’m thankful.