"Often people ask how I manage to be happy despite having no arms and no legs. The quick answer is that I have a choice. I can be angry about not having limbs, or I can be thankful that I have a purpose. I chose gratitude."
The point I am making is that I am thankful:
- Thankful for my family and friends.
- Thankful for my son (I might just have one child, but he is a truly amazing one!).
- Thankful for my husband that puts up my weird personality and my constant speech issues that come out of nowhere (last weekend I said cWazy instead of crazy and I burst into a fit of giggles of which I couldn't control. Yep....a 14-year-old in an almost 40 yr old woman's body.)
- Thankful that I am still following my dream of writing no matter what.
- Thankful that I have a job that challenges my every being every single day, yet leaves me feeling fulfilled at the same time.
- Even though I miss some of my friends every single day...especially at odd points of the day like when I check my email and it is full of everything but what I want to see....or listening to Guns N' Roses and remembering stupid conversations that actually mean a lot to me....or when I want to make a silly face yet my old coworker isn't around to laugh with....or at lunch wanting a bout of laughter like in the old days....or really anytime...I am so very thankful that I have those memories. I am such a hermit at times and so those moments mean more than they might to another.
- AND extra thankful for the weekends where I can spend quality time with my son and seeing the beauty all around us.