Being thankful …

The Thanksgiving holidays are supposed to be full of time spent with family and friends, giving thanks for the blessings in your life. And if you have that scenario in your life, you are truly blessed. I am no different, I have family and I spend every Thanksgiving with them. I’m grateful for each and every one of them, and am glad they’re a part of my life.

It doesn’t mean I don’t have personal disappointments, however. My battle is to not let those stormy clouds overtake my rays of sunshine. As I get older, the battle gets harder. My sense of mortality seems to hover closer to the surface, and I realize what truly means the most to me. I prefer to spend time with those I love the most, doing what really makes me happy. And when those special people make excuses to back out of plans, it hurts. But it’s my pain, and my problem. So, I smile through the tears, and go on like it’s no big deal. Familiar scenario? Yeah, we all go through it at one time or another. As the saying goes, this too shall pass.

Today, I find myself stuffing my hurt feelings back into that dark corner, and focusing on all the other blessings in my life. Because I truly do have a lot to be thankful for. This past year alone has been full of joyful moments that have made my heart happy. And I have more good times ahead of me. I’m making sure of it, because it’s how I prefer to live my life.

I hope your holiday was a good one. I hope you ate too much, laughed too hard, and shopped for the best deals. And when the evening closed around you, I hoped you shared it with a loved one or a good book. Most of all, I hope you smiled.

Till next week,

~ Madison



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