Gratitude (2022)
I remember it being September, the air still thick with summer's hot breath of humidity. I was back on Facebook after a long and healing hiatus, and I thought, maybe this year, I'll post things I'm thankful for. I'll do it in November, of course, the month where you have to be thankful, and I'll just publicly praise God for sweet gifts like slow mornings and fun friends. At the very least, I'd journal about it. And if that didn't work out, I promised myself I would think thankful thoughts. And yet I woke up this morning, November 8th, the sky streaked pink in the post-Daylight Savings dawn. I didn't have a slow morning. In fact, I didn't get out of bed until well after seven. I hurriedly put on stretched-out jeans from a half-decade of use and willed the clogged, slowly-dying coffee machine to please spit me out enough McCafe bean juice to fill a mug. I rushed through my quiet time (ironic when my head is spinning and my mind is shouting), rushed to ...