Once upon a time, I had a gratitude journal. It was a good way for me to take time out of the busy day and write down a few simple things that I was grateful for, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant they were. Some days, it was easy to list out about 10 awesome things that day. Others, it was a struggle to come up with even two. But then I got lazy and like most everything, I gave up and now I couldn’t even tell you where in the world that journal is.
October was ROUGH. I spent two weeks sick as a dog with a cold that just wouldn’t go away. Then a UTI and some other internal/intestinal issues that robbed me of my energy. At the last minute I mustered up enough creativeness (with the help of Pinterest <–that’s a link to my “Success!” board) to throw a Halloween bash. Behold my tasty treats:
Not pictured: giant pot of chili, mummy dogs (jumbo hot dogs wrapped in Pillsbury bread sticks), hanging ghosts made from paper wedding bells, and a giant pumpkin cooler.
Now that the Halloween ghoulishness is over, it’s time to focus on the holidays, which is always a crazy but wonderful time in our family. Next up: Thanksgiving, which I’m hosting yet again, as I have (with my mom’s help of course) since 2006. And in the spirit of the holiday and the month itself, I’m going to post – EVERY DAY – at least one thing that I’m thankful for. So here we go:
I’m thankful for good friends – near and far. Some were kind enough to come to my party – even though it seems like everyone was having a party that same night, they picked mine. Others live far away (San Diego, Pennsylvania, D.C., Ohio, and even my mom in KY) but I love that we can keep in touch and chat about about things without fear of being “too personal”. I’ve always placed higher value among the friends I can be real with. The ones I can have tough conversations with. The ones I can call out on their B.S. and vice versa and not worry about if we’re crossing some sort of line. I’ve never had sisters so I’ve always treated my closest friends as if they were one. And from what I’ve observed about sisters, it’s hard to cross a line from which the relationship can’t recover. And I sort of love that.