Today is Thanksgiving Day in the United States.
I have not made so many goals in the last six months. I didn’t work in my garden much, I didn’t manage to get all the research done for my final project (that I had hoped for anyway), I am not walking comfortably the way I had hoped. And I won’t come even close to the 50,000 word novel I typed last November… actually won’t get 5,000 words written this year.
But that’s okay. I HAVE gone back to school full-time. I HAVE been volunteering in my local community. I HAVE been able to get through several weeks’ worth of pain and low mobility. And I HAVE started to seek medical attention to correct whatever is wrong with the hip.
I have a loving, wonderful family — a strong, supportive spouse and intelligent, generally well-behaved children. I have a dog who adores me (of course!). I have parents who are alive and healthy. I have a brother, friends, and extended family … our home is comfortable enough, we have reasonably reliable (if not fashionable) transportation, and enough to eat.
Life is good. Thanks to those who make it so!