I was shocked after I blew away the layer of dust and cobwebs that had covered this blog. My last post was August 25th? Really? How is that possible?
It's possible because I've been focused on caring for our elderly greyhound, Fred, as he approaches the end of his journey. Caregiving not only takes your full attention, but it takes your whole heart too. All the while, my daughter has been settling into her senior year of high school, my husband has been traveling for work, and day-to-day life in general goes on. There just hasn't been much of me left over for words.
In perusing previous entries, the one thing I have noticed is the one thing that I have missed the most lately. The gratitude. It's time for me to come back around to a regular practice of it. Because it makes a difference. Because it matters. Maybe to me only. Maybe that's enough. When I check in here with you, I really check in with me. At the end of a long day (or night), when it feels like I've lost the last glimmer of perspective, it can be like pressing reset.
So today I am so grateful ...
That my husband is back home and eager to take his turn on sofa duty and Fred's night-time assistance, so that I can try to catch up on my sleep.
That I mustered the motivation to sit down at my workbench and assess my inventory of gemstones and crystals that await wrapping. (Sixty!) Never underestimate the profound impact of taking one small step.
That every single day affords us with multiple opportunities to start over, see things from a fresh angle, and open up to the help and support that is always at the ready.