Listened to my humming daughter upstairs in the bathroom getting ready for her shower, and the metallic thud of the wrench hitting the floor. Sipped my herbal tea and smiled to myself.
It’s Thanksgiving and I feel genuinely grateful.
Our shower is a laughingstock yet I’m just so happy to be home after a long day at work, in my comfy chair, listening to music, writing my post. Things are not perfect, and I’m in a much better place than this time last year.
And so, I’ve decided it’s time to say goodbye to this blog.
It’s been an incredible journey for me this year. I didn’t realize how much I would come to understand about myself and my behavior. I just knew I needed to start writing.
It’s time to move beyond my story. I know what I need to do next. I’m ready to forgive me.
I’m grateful for:
- All the new people who came into my life this year.
- The “old” friends who resurfaced, some longer than others.
- Not having cancer.
- My humming daughter who’s not afraid to tell me the truth.
- Having no family members in a hospital or rehab this holiday season.
- A job that is challenging me to change my self-defeating patterns.
- The moon and the sun and the river that reflects them.
- My new morning coffee crowd.
- Finding a sponsor.
- Laughing just when I need to.
- Reader support when I needed it.
- My amazing friends.
- The miracles I experience.
- Thom Forbes, the editor who assured me I wasn’t embarking on the path of self-destruction by starting this blog.
I don’t think I’ve remained totally Anonymous, so if you are a reader and think you know who I am, please send me an email and let me know. If you’re right, you’ll know where to reach me.
» L. is a 50-something single mom making her way in the New York metropolitan area. Read her previous posts here.