Grateful – With or Without (Horrors!) Wine
We’ve been talking (off and on) about gratitude this month.
I poked around to some of the sites I routinely follow and have loved all the
recognition this month that as individuals, as a community, (and totally avoiding politics
here, but I’m gonna say it anyway) and as a nation, there’s a lot to celebrate.
There’s so much good going on, but it’s easy to focus on the Not So Good (or
the absolutely abysmal).
I poked around to some of the sites I routinely follow and have loved all the
recognition this month that as individuals, as a community, (and totally avoiding politics
here, but I’m gonna say it anyway) and as a nation, there’s a lot to celebrate.
There’s so much good going on, but it’s easy to focus on the Not So Good (or
the absolutely abysmal).
Tonight as I sip a glass of wine (always grateful to the
people who make wine), I keep thinking about a challenge I read. The challenge
is to focusing on the good things. Okay, admit it. Do you beat
yourself up over the fumbles, the thing you might could’ve done better, and
bring yourself down in the process? (Yeah, I might’ve done that.) Or do you
quietly (or loudly if that’s your style 😉 ) give thanks for the good things in
your life?
people who make wine), I keep thinking about a challenge I read. The challenge
is to focusing on the good things. Okay, admit it. Do you beat
yourself up over the fumbles, the thing you might could’ve done better, and
bring yourself down in the process? (Yeah, I might’ve done that.) Or do you
quietly (or loudly if that’s your style 😉 ) give thanks for the good things in
your life?
I’m choosing to focus on the good. That we can reach out to
each other within the writing community — and beyond it to our local town or
whatever sphere you can touch — and make things better.
each other within the writing community — and beyond it to our local town or
whatever sphere you can touch — and make things better.
I’ll save talk about community service for another post. Tonight,
rather than wallow in the Not So Good, I’m celebrating the Good Things.
rather than wallow in the Not So Good, I’m celebrating the Good Things.
This week I’m savoring that after a year and a half in atiny apartment (which was also my day job office), we moved into our new house!
I walk through the rooms and revel in the space. (I have a dining table again.
A place to have friends over where they can actually sit down.) And art that’s been in storage for
too long is slowly finding a new place in our home.
I’m grateful for family. My daughter asked if she and her
fiancé could have their engagement pictures taken at our house. I’m so happy
for the two of them, that they found each other and that they want to include us
as they forge a life together.
fiancé could have their engagement pictures taken at our house. I’m so happy
for the two of them, that they found each other and that they want to include us
as they forge a life together.
I’m grateful for friends on so many levels. Old friends who
are helping me out professionally and new friends who are easing the transition
into a new home and new options for the future.
are helping me out professionally and new friends who are easing the transition
into a new home and new options for the future.
What are you savoring
this week? What are you grateful for?
this week? What are you grateful for?
And because it’s So
About The Money’s book birthday, I’m putting together a present for my
readers, because I’m always grateful when people choose to spend their time
with my characters.
About The Money’s book birthday, I’m putting together a present for my
readers, because I’m always grateful when people choose to spend their time
with my characters.
Watch my Facebook page for details or sign up for the newsletter that I swear I’m finally going to send out.
Cathy Perkins
started writing when recurring characters and dialogue populated her day job commuting
daydreams. Fortunately, that first novel lives under the bed, but she was
hooked on the joy of creating stories. When not writing, she can be found doing
battle with the beavers over the pond height or setting off on another travel
adventure. Born and raised in South Carolina, she now lives in Washington with
her husband, children, several dogs and the resident deer herd.
started writing when recurring characters and dialogue populated her day job commuting
daydreams. Fortunately, that first novel lives under the bed, but she was
hooked on the joy of creating stories. When not writing, she can be found doing
battle with the beavers over the pond height or setting off on another travel
adventure. Born and raised in South Carolina, she now lives in Washington with
her husband, children, several dogs and the resident deer herd.
I guess I'm grateful for the fact that we'll have all the kids and grandkids here on Thanksgiving. But it's bittersweet because it will be the last time for a while. My oldest grandson – the light of my life – will be graduating from high school in May and leaving for Marine Corps boot camp the week after.