(1) The other day when I was running, it crossed my mind how great it is for people to recognize the reason why I’m running — that is, for health and exercise. In my previous life, up until a few short years ago, if someone saw me running, they generally assumed I was a criminal who had just committed a crime and was running from the law.
(2) Although I will admit to having been intimidated by the prowess of the highly skilled musicians in whose company I have suddenly found myself, I can truthfully say that I am much more enthused than intimidated at this stage. I’m grateful for the great musicians who think well enough of my music to want to help me bring it to life.
(3) Grateful for my apartment. I’ve lived here quietly for over three years now. It’s a true place of shelter from the storm. I’m grateful I’m not homeless anymore. It took its toll, but it’s a relief not to be living in all that chaos. Grateful for peace and quietude.
(4) This may sound weird, but I’m grateful for the wake-ups that sometimes come my way. There were a couple of them this past week. They don’t feel good, but they are good — because they happen for a reason. And once again, at the risk of sounding prejudicial or stigmatic, I am extremely grateful no longer to be living in California, and more than grateful to have discovered North Idaho.
(5) This Christmas Day was really the best one I’d had in years. I think it’s because I lowered my expectations so completely, I didn’t even expect it to be a bad Christmas, let alone a good one. The exchange of well wishes all throughout the day made Christmas what it ought to be — the hope of peace on earth and goodwill toward all.
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