Thank you, blog readers, for sticking with me this past year as I very erratically posted. I love blogging and always will, but there’s a lot in question as to mediums, who is reading (I’m pretty sure I can name all of you 😉 lol), and if it’s even worth it?
It is. Sporadic, as it is.
This past Friday night, it was hard to find gratitude. For some massive work changes, for a sense of betrayal, for a missed flight to Colorado. My soul yearns for the mountains, especially this time of year, before it’s completely blanketed with snow and you get to feel the transition. There’s something in the transitions. It would have been helpful to gulp big deep breaths of mountain air.
But alas, the trip wasn’t to be, and we returned home to a mellow weekend. We had a good attitude about it—because what else are you going to do?—but it still just stung that we weren’t in the mountains. I credit this constant practice of gratitude for the ability to let this miss roll off my back, while acknowledging the sadness.
It was also a great reminder of the amazing minutiae of a regular life. A leisurely morning in the hammock. A stop at a new coffee shop. Yoga. Bob. The beautiful neighborhood we are so lucky to live in, and walking around it. Family. Monday Night Football and friends.
And so I am grateful, for the minutiae of life, and the blog readers who stick with me.