I am hacking away at this with an injured hand. I jacked up a finger in this morning’s Turkey Bowl and watched the appendage swell to Bugs Bunny proportions. It is still swollen and bruised. I even stuck a pin in it to let out some of the pressure but that didn’t work. It is all jacked up in there. Still, my head is in the right place. I’m in a place of thankfulness.
I am thankful for my boys. Despite being a rowdy bunch addicted to all forms of video gaming, they are my favorite dudes in all of the multiverse. I love them and I am grateful for their love and for the time that I have with them. I am grateful for love in general. Grateful that I can still find the space in my heart to love and that I can still be loved in this short but meaningful life we have.
I am grateful for the handful of real friends I have. I am grateful for my work and for the ability and the space to write. I am grateful for this mind which had been so neglected and undernourished but still works so hard to produce.
I am grateful for the daily opportunity to get better.