November 18, 2016

Jumping on the Gratitude Train

With Thanksgiving being less than a week away, I've decided to share my picture form!

This isn't everything I'm grateful for. It's not even a small portion. That would take many, MANY posts and would probably encompass absolutely everything I own and every person on my friends and family list. I know I'm incredibly blessed. Far more than I deserve.

I stuck with what I had photo-wise on my phone. You know, to keep the list manageable. Even then, it was hard not to include every single photo!

So now, in no particular order, are a few of my gratitudes.

These are only a very few of my amazing and wonderful friends. They're the ones I've selfied with/photographed most recently. My friends are writers, photographers, artists, nurses, administrators, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, etc. They live in every corner of the world and speak several languages. We connect in person, on Facebook, on Instagram, or via email. I wouldn't have the courage to be who I am without their love and support. I wish I had space on this blog to feature each and every one of them in the way they deserve.

And they're willing to selfie with me. That right there is a mark of a fantastic friend.

Not only does this include my husband and kids, but my extended family. I don't have a lot of current photos of my extended family because they live so far away and I don't see them as often as I'd like. That and when we're together, I'd much rather spend my time being with them than taking photos.

My writing.
Chasing this dream gives me a purpose outside of my family.
Until I started giving this dream the attention it deserved, I didn't feel whole.
Few things compare with a writers high - that feeling I get after a great writing session. I feel so alive!

My boys' creative work.
Yes, those darts in my window and on the ledge count.
It took great ambition and creative endeavors to get those suckers up there!
I also love that they inherited a great sense of humor.

My home.
It took us a long time to get here and I'm grateful every single day for it.
Especially being able to park in the garage and not have to scrape windshields.
Love, love, love that part of it.

My creative spaces.
In the interest of time and honesty (and because I'm feeling particularly lazy today), I didn't bother to clean up or stage anything. That is exactly how my Writing Nook and Crafting Cranny look today. My laptop is sitting on the kitchen table because there's a lovely patch of sunlight there that hits my back as I'm working and it's oh, so wonderfully warm.

Homemade bread and hot chocolate courtesy of my Keurig (one of my favorite toys). 
That was my breakfast this morning. And it was heavenly.

Being able to feel my toes.
I could spend hours gushing over this one. Since having my surgery nearly three months ago, I feel like I've gotten my life back. I rejoice in the simplest of things now - doing laundry, making bread, being able to empty the dishwasher, feeling my toes. It's an amazing feeling - one I didn't think I'd ever experience. I love being able to keep up with my kids and chase my dreams and to feel human and FREE. This may be my biggest gratitude this year.

I love them. I own them. I covet them. I need more.

Two of my guilty pleasures. 
Yes, I do buy my Andes Mints in bulk. Doesn't everyone?
(P.S. If you're looking for gift ideas for me, I'll accept Fiiz gift cards in any denomination.
They will most definitely be put to use.)

Handyman Husband.
Seriously, if anything could rival the feeling my toes again, he would.
Along with our troublesome trio of kidlings (whom I adore more than I ever thought possible). 

My volunteers.
I'm the Parking Lot Volunteer Coordinator at my kids' school. My volunteers are some of the best people I know. They're out there no matter the weather, without complaint, day in and day out, for no pay. They're selfless and dedicated and I feel blessed to know them. There's no way I could make this happen without their help.

The ability to improve my talents.
Crochet, foam and felt work (piecing things together), homemade goodies, drawing, baking... did that photo of Fiiz get there? It's not a hint or anything. Really. *insert cheesy grin here*

Warm and fuzzy things.
From September to April I freeze. Since getting my purple blanket last Christmas, that has changed. That thing is so dang warm, I may survive this winter without turning into a human popsicle. Maybe.

Being me.
It took a long time for me to discover who I am. I spent so many years trying to be what everyone else wanted me to be and I was miserable for it. I've embraced all the quirkiness that is me and I have never been so happy. Being true to myself has given me freedom and self-confidence never before possible.
Look at those photos. Do you see the joy? I do and it's beautiful beyond description.

I have been truly blessed. And I couldn't be more grateful.

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