Gratitude - 01 Dec 2016

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So 2016 has flown by - and now we are in December.

I did do NaNoWriMo this year (link).

This month I am going to try being intentionally thankful - and recording it here.

Minimum Rules:
1. Every day, post three things for which I am thankful.  Descriptions/details are appreciated but optional.
2. In each post, include these rules.
3. Expect the day to be different; look for the difference.

I encourage you, dear reader, to participate ... at least in declaring your own gratitudes.  Not so much the posting but the intentionally mindful thankfulness.

I am thankful for enough food to not only rarely be hungry but to have the luxury to be able to diet.

I am thankful for running water inside of my house.  I spent some time without it and I really, really like being able to wash my hands, take a shower, wash clothes, and take for granted the availability of clean, potable water.

I am thankful for my children.  Perhaps it will always be feast or famine about whether I like them - but I love them deeply, unconditionally, and my life is immeasurably better because they exist.

Tag, you're it!

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