Day 14

I have spent the last hour since getting home from work scrolling through Zulilly ads.
I came back to the bedroom to post something here.
Alas I still have nothing to say that feels worthy.
When all else fails, I fall back on gratitude.


So today I'm grateful for feeling more like myself, not so scared and depressed.
I'm grateful for clarity and insight.
Despite my aches and pains, I'm grateful for good health.
I'm grateful for people to love who love me back.
I'm grateful for worry-ers. Sorry to make them worry, but grateful they care.
I'm grateful for the sight of Bella doing the Hokey Pokey.
I'm grateful for a chill in the air and blankets on the bed.
I'm grateful Sweetie didn't pay the $180.00 to have the car checked out when all it took was driving it off the lot.
I'm grateful for Ray at Avis.
I'm grateful for Bear claws and Broccoli Cheddar soup from Panera's.
I'm grateful for Chat Noir writing buds and the inspiration they share.
I'm grateful it's time to crawl under the covers, close my eyes, and fall asleep next to the man I love.

What are you grateful for?
Merry ME

Comments

Snoskred said…
Hey there, I found you via the NaBloPoMo blogroll.

I'm grateful for a peaceful day at home sorting ebooks and commenting on blogs. :)

As part of NaBloPoMo I try to comment on as many participating blogs as I can, and I also add participating blogs to my feed reader.

So I’m just dropping by to let you know I’ve added your blog to my feedreader, I’m reading you loud and clear, I have a link up going at my place so my readers can find participating blogs which you are more than welcome to add your blog link to.

Looking forward to seeing your posts, and you’ll likely see me drop by again during November.

Happy NaBloPoMo to you!
Snoskred
http://www.snoskred.org
November 15, 2014 at 4:49 AM
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