As I lay my head to rest and my soul to sleep, I ponder upon what I am grateful for today. Earlier today I went to the library to return 3 books that were long overdue. I went with my eldest G-kid and as we walked back to my car she reminded me to look among the boxes, still in my car, for a certain black and white zebra bag that I've been looking for. It is a bag I use to hold books. I searched the boxes but did not find the bag. Instead I found a box full of my journals. I have a ton of journals. They hold years of written thoughts, experiences and challenges. I couldn't believe I had written so many journals. It's a wonder I have no fallen fingers from so much writing. I felt a sense of pride. These journals hold years of my life in their pages. They hold my written life. They hold my writing. My writing.
As I lay my head to rest and my soul to sleep, I ponder upon what I am grateful for today...I am grateful for the ability and passion to voice my thoughts into words. Today I am grateful for my writing.