Wednesday, May 5th, 2004 • 1 Comment on Grateful

I haven’t been writing much lately—here or anywhere else, for that matter.  Sometimes life has a way of throwing curve balls at you, two and three at a time, so you’re not sure which way to dodge to avoid getting hit.  And sometimes you get hit anyway.

My birthday is in two days and though I’d like to say I will celebrate it with the same joy and abandon I did last year, I suspect I won’t.  I’m not where I should be mentally to enjoy it the way I have in previous years, but I’m working on that.  I’m tired of worrying and stressing about things beyond my control.  I’m tired of feeling sorry for my sad little self when I have much to be grateful for. 

This year on my birthday, I will be quietly thankful for the people in my life who have reminded me in so many little ways that I am not alone, I am not unloved, I do have family, even if it’s not the old-fashioned kind.  They call, they write, they hug, they listen, they argue, they care, they lecture, they love.  If that’s not family, what is?  Granted, it’s an odd little family with some pretty wacky characters (which I guess makes it a true southern family, huh?), but it’s mine, all mine. 

Sometimes the best gifts are the ones we give ourselves.  I have managed to create one hell of a family for myself—which makes me the luckiest birthday girl in the world.

Posted by Kristina in Musings

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