Everyone with a creative mind knows how the brain can get inundated with thoughts, words, pictures, colors – every single day. When you’re writing a book while living in parallel, it’s much more exaggerated. The OFF switch is in overdrive, you struggle to separate yourself – the corporate executive during the day to the floaty writer in the wee hours of the night. The story I’m working on is so emotional and raw, I’ve been living in that mode for the past few months. I’ve been out of words lately, barely able to piece together a blog post. And today is not unlike those days, even as I sit at home in peace before the onslaught of family and friends and food and togetherness.
The nostalgia that hits me every year at this time is the hardest. In the past few years, I tried my best to run away from this time, refusing to think about all I’d missed, all I’d lost, all the things I couldn’t accept. Thanksgiving has a way of reminding you about your gifts, but It also brings back memories of your tears.
This year, I am home. Engaged, happy, and at peace. And I am filled with gratitude for every single thing that life has thrown my way.
This year, I am thankful:
For the failures that have thought me resilience. They’ve given me strength and experience.
For the successes and the gains that have shown me the world in all its wonder.
For the people who stopped by for a visit – every single one of them has left something valuable behind.
For those who left, I miss you with all my heart. I believe there’s a time and place for us and that I’ll be seeing you again sometime soon.
Even the one who keeps leaving and coming back – what a validation, isn’t it?
For those who stayed, you have enriched my life. Your trust in me has given me wings to fly!
For all the investments you’ve made in me, for showing up each month to have dinner, drinks, to catch up and feed our friendship. I love you for showing me how to be a friend.
For the laugh out loud moments, and ugly cries in the silence. The crazy, stupid “close your eyes and jump” moments that brought glory and peace and broken bones and bruises.
For the moon and the stars, the wishes and prayers they’ve heard.
Thank you for teaching me what life is all about and allowing me to live my life with no regrets.
But most of all, I want to let you all know how grateful I am that you’re still here. Following close, taking my words to heart. You, my readers and my followers, my Butterflies, my friends – I can’t imagine a world without you. For all your love and support, I am grateful.
I hold you all close to my heart. Today and every day.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING with so much love.