I am thankful for this blog.
I am thankful for the fact that writing out my emotions helps me deal with them.
I am thankful for the friends I have met through this blog. Those that I cannot touch or see, but that come here for me, and make me feel less alone.
I am thankful for the friends I have made through this blog. Those that I have met in real time, and those that I have touched and hugged and laughed with and cried with.
I am thankful for the means and the desire to travel. Travel has brought me closer to friends, new and old, family, history, and the knowledge that each and every one of us is part of a world community. I am but a speck, but that doesn’t make me feel small. Travel also provides me with countless memories to hold in my head and my heart and to bring to the surface when I am feeling sad or alone, or when I just want to feel that happy glow of remembering a special moment in time. I take lots and lots of photos for this purpose.
I am thankful that I have the ability to forgive, truly forgive, unconditionally. I never realized how powerful this gift is until recently. Forgiveness is not about minimizing the offense, or even about the person who wronged me. It is about releasing any resentment, vengeance, or anger from my life. Freeing myself from those bitter emotions. I learned how to do this when I was very young. I had just never had to dig so deep, before, or work so hard at forgiving.
I am thankful that I have the ability and desire to see the good in people and to understand their pain. My sister taught me this. I am forever grateful to her.
I am thankful for every day that I have with my husband. I am thankful for my beautiful children and my loving parents. I am thankful for my sisters and brothers and their partners and all my lovely nieces and nephews. I am grateful to have such a wonderful (and big) family.
So, what prompted this post? I actually sat down to write a post about the amazing time I shared with a fellow blogger in New Orleans over Memorial Day, but instead I wrote this post. It was prompted by reading blog entries of betrayed spouses and hearing in their words a kind of torment that I remember so vividly. I cannot take away anyone else’s pain or suffering. I know that. What I can do, however, is remember always, who I am and what I have learned on this journey so far and that is that I am responsible for my own happiness. I make it so. My conscious desires for peace and joy can master those nasty subconscious thoughts that want to weasel their way into my happy reality. Time, forgiveness, and an open mind have given me the greatest gift of all: healing.