I like to think I’m always thankful for all the blessings in my life, but this time of year, I tend to be more conscious of it. I’m fortunate to have many things to be thankful for – a husband who truly loves me and is supportive of all my harebrained ideas, a daughter I’m close to and is mostly healthy, 3 happy healthy grandsons, a stepfather who makes my mother truly happy, a mother who’s still healthy, a couple of really good friends, and that we all have enough to eat and good shelter.
My health isn’t all that great, but even that I’m kinda grateful for. It could be, and has been, much worse. And it forces me to slow down and appreciate the good things in life. Most people don’t get that in their early 40s, busy with family and career and social stuff. I get to focus on spending all my time on things that make me happy, like my grandsons and husband, and writing.
When I first got sick, it looked like I would never be able to write, or do anything really meaningful again. Over the years, thanks to a fantastic group of doctors, I’ve recovered enough that, with hard work, I can write again. Probably won’t ride horses or do any serious hiking again, but I can write.
Before I got sick, in the midst of a career that I loved, I still wanted to write. That’s all I ever really wanted to do, from very early in childhood. When real life kicked in and I had to help pay the bills, I turned to something with a steady paycheck. While I dabbled around with short stories, in the back of my mind, dozens of novels sat unwritten because I didn’t have the time.
Now, life has forced me to have the time to write, and I’m enjoying it to the fullest. So, that’s why I’m thankful for writing.
Is there something special about your journey as a writer that makes you especially grateful for it?