Usually around this time of year, I call on the little gray cells, thinking of all that I’m thankful for, and that’s a good thing. Counting my blessings always cheers me up!
But this year, I had a moment, an epiphany (as you do) and thought that what I’m most thankful for is this day. And that thought called to mind a quote I’ve heard in many different contexts, but the one I like best is attributed to Bill Keane, the cartoonist:
“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.”
It’s taken me lots and lots of years to appreciate the present moment and all the gifts inherent in each and every day. But I think that pretty much sums up what I’m most thankful for this time of year.
And I hope your today is just as nice! (Happy Thanksgiving!)
Way back in the beginning of this year, I picked a word for 2016: CHALLENGE. And boy, has this ever been a challenging year!
But I’ve had my share of blessings as well. Like the friends and family who’ve carried me through lots of challenging days. And so many friends whom I’ve never actually met in person…They’ve been there, walking beside me, too.
So on this Thanksgiving, my gratitude list runneth over. I grabbed a page from the month of November for today’s blog post over at the Muffin, “Counting Your Blessings in a Word Cloud.” Maybe you’ll see your actual name among those words. Or maybe you’re part of the “love.”
That’s really the only word you need, right? Happy Thanksgiving, friends!
Last year, I shared about my gratitude journal and how I count my blessings (at least five, sometimes more) before I go to sleep. It reminded me of this song from the movie, White Christmas. So I shared the song, too, but it was on the Friday after Thanksgiving, and maybe you were busy with after-Thanksgiving activities.
I thought I’d share the song again. ‘Cause I just love this song.
I don’t love journaling so much. I know I call my notebook a “gratitude journal”, but it’s more like a collection of lists. I’m a professional when it comes to making lists. Wherever I am, I pull out my gratitude notebook and list away. And most nights, I drift off pretty peacefully.
So after the cleaning and the dusting, the chopping and the stuffing, the baking and the cooking, I hope you’ll have a quiet moment for counting your blessings. Even if it’s the last thing you do before you close your eyes on Thanksgiving night:
If you’re worried and you can’t sleep. Count your blessings instead of sheep. And you’ll fall asleep, counting your blessings.
Do you know about Wordle?
It’s a cool application that takes a whole bunch of words and makes them into a graphic. So it can be a useful tool for writers if you plug in a manuscript. You can “see” the words that are coming up throughout your novel and thus get a good indication if your story is about…say, your main character. Or the word “felt.”
But I used Wordle today with my Gratitude notebook.
Every night, I write down five different things for which I’m grateful. I don’t journal; it’s just a list. Remembering all that I’m thankful for before I rest my weary head has proven to be a wonderful way to end my day. Instead of counting sheep–or worries– I count my blessings (Oh! Do you know that song? I’ll share it on Fun Friday!).
And as I typed up a couple days from each month of the year, I realized that my blessings are family and friends, writing and books, music and singing, and quite a few modern conveniences.
But most especially, the Beneficent Mr. Hall showed up (and you can probably guess his name, if you’re looking at the Wordle).
I wasn’t surprised, “seeing” my blessings, but I thought it might be a nice way to say how much I appreciate all of you, friends, and what a blessing you are in this writer’s life.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!
It’s a cold and rainy day here in Georgia, and so I’ve been writing, writing, writing, all day long. And I was just getting to the really scary part–you know, the part where the world turns upside down, characters start flying every which way, monkeys are zipping by–and then I thought, Cathy, you might need a break. On account of me pretty much adding The Wizard of Oz to my manuscript.
So I probably have a bit of rewriting to do. But first, I’m drawing a name for Meg Moseley’s delightful novel, GONE SOUTH. I guarantee that Lynn will enjoy every word of this Southern story, steeped in family histories.
And speaking of family histories, I’m wishing you a wonderful Thanksgiving, steeped in all the fixin’s, with you and yours!