And it’s way past my bedtime. But I didn’t want to rest my head before giving it a moment to settle down and reflect on what I’m grateful for:
I have a roof over my head.
I have a full kitchen and enjoy making meals for my family and friends.
I have the love of a good man.
Much as it hurts, I can appreciate how deep sadness can amplify the wonderful things present every day. It’s those wonderful things that help heal the source of sadness.
I have a kid who loves to snuggle. And I even let him use it as a stall tactic, however briefly.
I can face something that scares me – it can be a different something depending on the day – and live to tell the tale.
The cats can be entertained/frustrated by a single sticker for a long, long time.
The people I get to work with are pretty awesome.
I can go to bed tonight knowing I’ll see the sun shining tomorrow.
I can exhale.