These last couple of months have found me to be a little fussy.

I’ve lost a dear Aunt, a couple of unfortunate things happened at work, my writing output has been patchy, my home has been in disarray…I needn’t go on.

But, here you are November. I’m expecting bigger and better things from you.

This is the thankful month, so I’m going to quit being such a whiner, smack myself around a bit and start paying attention to all the positives.

My Aunt passed away, but what a lucky girl and woman I was to have her in my life as long as I did! Work can be a pain, but more things go right than wrong. And as bad as everyone talks about my boss (oh, the backstabbing)- I really like and appreciate the guy (no, I’m not sucking up- he won’t read this). My writing has been less than ideal, but I’m also trying to work on three projects at once, which makes any progress seem slow. My home has been unkempt, but how grateful am I that I have a place to call home and to invite others in? (You know, when it’s not messy).

I feel better already.

It can be difficult at times to be appreciative of circumstances. But, I can honestly say that there hasn’t been a day that I’ve drawn a breath where there wasn’t something to be thankful for…something to celebrate. It’s all dependent on which direction I choose to look.

Here’s hoping, this month, we all find the strength to look in the right direction…


“When a person doesn’t have gratitude, something is missing in his or her humanity.”
– Elie Wiesel



Some months are expected to go off without a hitch. That’s what I expect from August…that nonchalant, confident month that asserts “your summer wasn’t much of  anything until you met me.”

It was surprisingly rainy this year and it fit my mood quite well.

Some very dear people in my life relocated or became seriously ill. Emotional energy drains me in a way that is incomparable.

So, I appreciate that August wasn’t quite so rough and tumble. That it gave me moments to contemplate…where the rain could camouflage my tears.

I’ve lost a lot this month, but, somehow, I retain my hope.

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear…” – C.S. Lewis