November is a popular month for gratitude, given the holiday that’s named for the emotion, but my motivation this year is a little different. I’m grateful that October is over! “Isn’t that the same thing as being-in-November?” you ask reasonably. Well, not precisely.
The thing is, almost every major Drama, Trauma, and Tragedy in my life has happened in an October–leaving me with a superstitious fear of a “cursed” month. Add in the fact that those events (ranging from loss of a job to loss of a spouse, from severe complications of childbirth to last year’s vacation in a psych ward) have left me with a lot of unpleasant “anniversaries” in October–and it’s just a rough month.
I literally spent the month praying that I could get to November 1 without anything awful happening–aware that if I did, it would be the first time in about a decade.
It happened! I broke the streak and got all the way through October without an Awful Event of any kind. I’m very nearly giddy over it. And helping with that reaction is the fact that I got my mental-health meds adjusted a couple weeks ago, after realizing I was on a downward slide toward Depression. I’m emerging from the haze of lethargy and indifference and feeling increasingly like ME again. (Witness the fact that I’m back here writing again–a silent blog is a danger sign with me.)
All that said… I’ve been on a sketching-kick, specifically a gratitude list. So although I’m usually one to express myself with words, today I’m offering my “gratitude album.”
I’m grateful for the man who married me. His voice puts a smile on my face, and his laugh lights my world. He has loved me (and prayed me) through some of my worst. It’s a joy and an honor to be “Mrs. Smith.”
I’m grateful for a job that keeps me challenged and interested, and where there’s room for growth.
I love RV-living, and our cozy little home. I’m grateful to live so comfortably!
I’m grateful for Vertical Church, and my church-family.
I’m grateful that I grew a pair of bright, vibrant, good-hearted people. (Readers, too.)
I’m grateful for modern medicine, and my mental-health meds!
I’m grateful to live in Idaho.
I’m grateful for my Ma, who has continued to love me no matter what.
I’m grateful for my teddy bear, Toots, who has been a comfort for more than four decades. (Here with Jon, who sewed Toots an Army outfit.)
I’m grateful for Open Adoption, and that the boy-I-grew has such a fabulous family.
I’m grateful to have my driver’s license back, and for the car Jon bought me when I got it back. I so appreciate being able to drive myself to appointments and work rather than hiking everywhere.
I’m grateful for open roads and motorcycles.
I’m grateful to be Sober! This is my owl-sticky-note marking my favorite page of the Big Book. “If we are painstaking about this phase of our development, we will be amazed before we are halfway through.”
I’m grateful for my health. Crohn’s Disease has been in remission for 16 years, and I’m healthier than I deserve to be, given my alcoholism. God is good.
I’m grateful for my great Sis, who shares many of my memories (and quite a few of my quirks). And a grand welcome this week to her new daughter!
I admit it–I’m grateful for my iPhone.
I’m grateful for challenges–like learning to ride.
I’m grateful for seaside vacations!
I’m grateful for a guy who fixes things… and builds things, and COOKS things!
The back of Jon’s helmet is a reminder for the road-of-life… I’m grateful that God has ALWAYS had my back.