I sit here, huddled under a quilt, coughing so badly I’ve given myself yet another headache. And yet I am deeply thankful.
I am thankful for my children and for the light of discovery and enthusiasm that I can see in their eyes.
I am thankful for my best friend whom I was smart enough to marry almost 15 years ago.
I am thankful for the ability to get up and try again everytime I falter.
I am thankful for a universe (god, spirits, karma…whatever a person wants to call it) that overlooks my cycles of sadness and self-pity and showers me with more blessings anyway.
I am thankful.