There are some days where it gets to me. Life. I let worry take over and I forget how beautiful things are. And how great I really have it. I’m sorry internet. I’ve been a bit absent on the blog these past few weeks. My grandmother had taken ill mysteriously and it was all I could do to not call her every few minutes to check on her. It wasn’t looking good. Thankfully, modern medicine prevailed and I’m happy to say that not only did they reach a diagnosis, but she’s doing much, much better.
And that left me thinking. I shouldn’t be afraid. I may be getting a bit heavy here, but sometimes these things need to be said. Because we’re all human.
I have a good life. I have a great family. I have a career that I love. Once again, I’m looking back on my life, and I’m saying thank you. I appreciate my readers. I appreciate my friends. I appreciate all of you who sensed something was amiss and sent me messages (and texts) checking up on me. I’m happy to say I have an amazing support group (some who came out of the woodwork ) and I’m thankful.
The other day, as I was driving home from a wedding, I pulled over, got out of the car, and stopped. I took a deep breath. I sat on the ground. I felt the grass tickling my legs. And I watched the sun set over the river.