Back when I was still working a corporate job, I used to dread Mondays. I’d stay up late on Sunday nights, just trying to squeeze a little more time out of the weekend. I’d sit in bed and replay the previous week, I’d worry about issues and deadlines, and I’d wonder, over and over again, how I had ended up in a job I hated so much. It wasn’t pretty.
Now, all these years later, and after working hard to build the kind of life I’ve always wanted, I genuinely look forward to Mondays. I head into every new week excited about what I can do with my time and how I can write and read and volunteer and actually see my friends and eat dinner before 9:00 p.m. every night. I enjoy making a list on Sunday evenings so that I can start the week out strong. I wake up happy. I wake up ready for a new start and fresh week.
What a change.
I’m grateful that I can feel this way. I know it’s a privilege, and I know I’m lucky. And I’m really feeling that today – the sun’s shining and it’s warm outside, Merlin and Annie are both looking out of the windows trying to spot their favorite little creatures, and Graham’s sitting at the kitchen table, working away on his own stuff. It’s a good day. It’s a good life. These last few months have certainly been better than the ones that came before.
I’m happy. I’m grateful. I’m determined to make this a good week, and it starts today.
(*And a quick note: I’ll be taking a quick break on Friday and Monday to spend time with family, but I’ll be back on Wednesday, November 30th with a short story. In the meantime, happy creating, y’all!*)
2022 hasn’t been the year I thought it would be. (What year is, right?) And the latter half, especially, has been challenging and stressful and sad and just not great at all. But as we come into this week of Thanksgiving, I’m still thankful for this life.
I’m thankful for my loving family and my supportive friends.
I’m thankful for Graham. All of him. Every day.
I’m thankful for Gatsby and Annie, and their wonderful chaos, and their sweet faces.
I’m thankful for a beautiful old house that just refuses to fall down.
I’m thankful for you, kind readers, who keep coming back and reading what I put out into the world.
I’m thankful for this day, and the one that will come after, and the new chance every morning to create something good.
I’m not perfect. I’ve struggled in these last few months with some darkness I honestly didn’t know I had in me. But I know that I’ve still got so much to be thankful for, and my heart is just full of gratitude. It really, truly is.
I hope 2023 is better, but I’m still thankful for 2022 and what it’s taught me: There is always light.
Thank you so much for your kind words, for your outpouring of love, and for sharing your stories. They have been a source of strength and healing, and knowing that you’re thinking of us has helped us more than I can say.
We’re doing better, feeling better – though some days are better than others – and focusing on loving each other and moving forward the best that we can. No one can say what the future holds, but whatever that is, we know that we’ll be in it together, and we know that we are loved, supported, and surrounded by kindness.
Gratitude isn’t a strong enough word.
Just thank you. Thank you, thank you. Graham and I are everlastingly, infinitely grateful for all of you.