I’m thankful for my mother, brothers, grandparents, extended family, and my partner in life and adventure.
I’m thankful for running shoes, yoga, pizza, and coffee.
I’m thankful for blog friends, "real life" friends, when the former become the latter, and the cars, roads, trains, and airplanes that bridge the gaps between us.
I’m thankful for fall leaves, winter snowflakes, springtime buds, summer sunshine.
I’m thankful for scented candles, Netflix nights, a warm bed, the roof over my head, the food on my table.
I’m thankful for books, education, knowledge, opinion, free speech, literacy, writing.
I'm thankful for challenge and triumph and battles and victories.
The thing is, this year has been one of unrelenting challenge in my life, and there were more days than I can count where it almost seemed like there was nothing to be thankful for.
But there always is, even during a year as trying as this one, even during the darkest nights and coldest mornings.
I’m thankful to have been reminded this year of all the reasons there always are for pure gratitude—may I never forget it again.