I’ve been thinking recently about gratitude. In particular, I’ve been pondering what gratitude feels like, how we express it, what it means to be grateful. Initially, I planned to write some profound thoughts. In a year absolutely packed with grief, sorrow, anxiety, and hope, thoughts are plentiful, if not actually profound. The ability to write them down is oddly absent. As such, in place of those pithy thoughts, I have made a list (who doesn’t love a list?!). 

I am filled with joyous gratitude for:

1. My family and friends, biological and found
2. Healthcare workers in all their various and lovely forms
3. Butter toffee cashews
4. High-top converse
5. My 90-something neighbors
6. Being able to compliment others
7. Sunny days, warm and cold
8. Hugs
9. Fall leaves
10. Spring blooms
11. Dogs
12. Cats
13. Richard Armitage’s voice
14. The rest of Richard Armitage
15. Whoever wrote Hot Frosty
16. Time spent beside a crackling fire
17. Laughing until my sides hurt and my eyes are wet
18. Walking 
19. Noah Kahan
20. Acorns
21. Hummingbirds
22. Corny tshirts
23. Yoga with Adriene
24. Crochet
25. Community
26. The coffee shop
27. Writers
28. Books
29. Homemade cookies
30. The neighborhood fox 
31. Homemade hot cocoa with fresh whipped cream

What’s on your list?

Much love.