It’s November 11th.
I’ve posted exactly one gratitude post.
On November 1st.
It’s not that I’m not grateful. I am. Overwhelmingly so. For so many things. It’s just that I posted ever day in October, and I decided it would be a hoot and a half to attempt doing NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) for the second time ever (first time I got pregnant and slept my way through November instead of writing… whoops), and I have a couple amazing clients clamoring for my attention, and, frankly, my knitting was lonely (Knitting can get very lonely, and then it clamors for attention. Also, yarn begs to be bought. Totally. It’s all the yarn’s fault.). So I started worrying on November 2nd because I hadn’t posted yet, and then I gave myself permission to just… let go.
You can do that, you know. It’s amazingly liberating. So’s not blogging for 10 days. Which isn’t to say I haven’t written , I just haven’t blogged here. (Here, and here, but not here, here. Know what I mean?)
So, instead of blogging each day of gratitude, I’m living each day of gratitude. I’m not sharing it on Facebook, I’m not sharing it here, but I am spending some time every day thinking about the things I’m grateful to have in my life. The kids, the awesome husband, the sweet personable cat, the incredible friends, the house I love so much… all of it. I’m reveling in everything I have, and I’m being insanely selfish and keeping it all to myself.
But you understand, right?
And if you’re lucky I night do a stream of consciousness, “100 Things I’m Grateful For” post closer to Thanksgiving. Or not. We’ll see.