Lord knows I thought I had my reasons.
At the time the complaint felt like the proper reaction to the challenge being faced. But in looking back at the thirteenth year of our brave new millennium I am not proud of that complaining nor will I defend it.
Because when I think back on those challenges I mostly feel gratitude.
Gratitude for my friends and neighbors who rallied to save our basement from standing water. I am grateful for each and every minute they generously spent sweating and running and lifting and standing and digging and hauling. And crying and hugging.
I am grateful for my partner and best friend. And for the intelligent young man my son is becoming. Words feel inadequate when describing the support these two individuals provide to my life. My mast would be broken and the rudder frozen without their love.
Grateful for my job and my home… and for my hometown, Boulder.
This town feels more like my home than it has in any prior year.
"Home" was a loaded word in my town this past year. Many called a couch 'home.' Or a shed. Or a car. Many dreaded going back 'home.' Many longed for 'home.' Some didn't make it home.
But everywhere around town, people were reaching out to one another, giving what they could. Welcoming other's hardships as if they were our own. As if they were guests in our homes.
HomeTown.
Grateful for modern medicine. For modern technology. For being lucky enough to have been born in this great nation. For PEACE.
Looking forward is easy knowing that I have so much to be grateful for.
Cheers - to yet another challenging, wonderful year!
May yours be one you are grateful for.
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