I used to write things here occasionally.
And then I stopped.
I’m not sure why, to be honest. Didn’t make the time, was too sad, didn’t feel inspired, felt too inspired–you name it, I had an excuse.
But like the swallows to Capistrano and the cranes to Kearney, I’m here on November 1, compelled to write about gratitude for another month.
And today, I find myself grateful for so many things, but especially grateful that I can write. Grateful for new months and the chance to recalibrate goals and expectations. Grateful I still have an avenue to publish my writing to tens of readers.
It’s November. Hold off on Christmas for a week or two, and identify one thing you’re grateful for. If you feel so compelled, share it in the comments.
I’ll be back here tomorrow, and I hope, most days this month to write a little more about gratitude. It’s tradition. And this time of year, tradition counts for something.