Honestly, I never thought I'd be able to post a blog everyday for a month. It's been both therapeutic and challenging to get up every morning and write, but I'm glad that I am doing it (and will continue to do so). I took the time last night to go back and read over my earlier posts. I changed some of the syntax and grammar (thanks for generously reading between the errors) and then tried to look for common themes. At the outset of this process I wrote that this would be a blog about pain and suffering, and I believe for the most part it has been. My continued goal will still be to write words that speak into the corners of our lives. That being said, I could not help but see a ribbon that wove it's way through the middle of so many of my posts.
I am fortunate.
I'm fortunate to have a loving family to hang out with every night.
I'm fortunate to be able to walk my son to the bus every morning (and that the bus picks him up at the end of our driveway :-)
I'm fortunate to have friends to go to diners and concerts with.
I'm fortunate to have a house and a bed.
I'm fortunate to have art (music, books, film) in my life.
I'm fortunate to have difficult conversations with loving people.
I am fortunate to have people in my life that do not let me go.
Writing a blog about pain and suffering can be weighty and suffocating. Today I just needed to come up to the surface for a different perspective.