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The day before we give Thanks

When life is in turmoil it is difficult to remember that there is still much to be grateful for.  There is actual effort required to identify something that brings you joy and/or comfort amidst the anxiety and sadness that takes priority during this period of time.

And that in itself is something important to remember - "during THIS period of time".  Life will not always feel like this.  It will get better, and worse and better again for as long as we are alive.  This too, is temporary.  Everything is temporary.  Isn't that something to be grateful for?

This year I will celebrate Thanksgiving in NYC with my beautiful, caring daughter and her boyfriend. She will house me, feed me, laugh with me, allow me to cry but not for long, and heal me. For her, i am grateful.

Last night i ate dinner at my son's home, cooked by his girlfriend, to celebrate his birthday.  I'm not sure when he turned into a man- but to look at him and see his strength, his calm, his happiness- is to feel successful as a mother.  For him, i am grateful.

For my children's spouses who bring them happiness and love - I am grateful.

For the many friends who have reached out to me, offering me an ear, boxes, a roof, time, help packing, supportive words, hugs, encouragement and reality checks - I am grateful.

For the family that I have called my own for the past 13 years, who have shared their holidays and achievements, their time and their love - I am grateful for the times I spent with you and the memories i will always have.

And for him I am also grateful, that he was able to do what I could not.  That he has been sensitive to all the myriad of feelings and emotions we have been sifting through - trying to sort out.  That in our time of parting he has been there for me probably more that ever before.  I am grateful for the love that we had, and for this new love that we will always have.

I'm grateful for more time, and more choices, and more adventures and more learning to be done, more experiences to be had, more people to meet and more self knowledge to shed light on.

I'm grateful to be alive, and to be able to feel ALL the feelings, both painful and joyous.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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