2011 hasn’t been the best for me. Nothing unexpected or catastrophic has happened, but it seems each season was marked by some of those periodic disappointments that you hope life spreads out over time, instead of sticking them in one not-so-great year. One thing that I’ve discovered about myself, though, is that I’m unfortunately an optimist. I like to try and remember the things I’m grateful for. It helps when I’m in an Eeyore state of mind.
First and foremost, the one event that has kept this year as a net positive:
My first nephew was born last week and he has already stolen my heart. Just look at him! I never had a chance.
I’m grateful I’ve had the time and space to explore my creative life without complaint from anyone.
I’m grateful for my small but wonderful group of close friends, who forgive me even (or especially) when I am flaky.
I’m grateful for new beginnings and second chances.
I’m grateful for my baby house and my two rotten cats, even if one of them has the diabeetus and the other is upset when her sister gets cookies and she doesn’t.
I’m grateful for my sweet husband, for so many reasons I would be making a list all day.
I’m grateful for my family.
I’m grateful, I’m grateful, I’m grateful.
And hopeful — 2012 can’t get here soon enough.
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