38 Reasons to Be Thankful

For my 38th birthday last week, I decided to tweet 38 things for which I am grateful. I began the thread a day or so before my birthday, and finished up today. Below are the screenshots of those posts. Also, if you don’t already follow me on Twitter, click on over!

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Gratitude – When You Have to Dig Deep

Sometimes words are hard, and that’s okay. I very much struggled with feeling overwhelmed on Sunday, and didn’t accomplish much beyond going to visit Papaw in the hospital. I didn’t even manage to drag my rear to church.

Papaw Update (Sorta Kinda Five Minute Friday)

Today’s Five Minute Friday prompt is the word “Secret.” What follows only loosely relates. I neither want to dwell on Papaw’s situation, nor over share, so perhaps 5 minutes of free writing is the perfect solution to prevent both.

Adventures on a Small Scale

While not on the blog, I have kept up with my the influencing moments of my life consistently over the past few years. Summarized in single words, or phrases shorter than a tweet, each day I add a couple of entries into my gratitude journal.

Good for Our Goose and our Gander

I feel like all my stories start this way – picture it 2017. A fun story Brooke never got around to blog about, but is crucial information for a #100daysofawkwardadventures post.

Getting the Win

Wednesday night I sacrificed 3 hours of sleep because of a love dating back decades. Yes, I did stay up to watch the Yankees win an incredible comeback series. No, I don’t regret it. Mostly.

31 Days: When There Is No Finish Line

To view other posts in this series, visit Day 1 – Starting to Finish.

While 6-week diet challenges or 12-week training programs aren’t easy, how much more difficult is it when there is no tangible finish line?

Watching Out the Window: George the Spider

Comments people leave in vacation rental guest books fascinate me. What made the highlight reel for their vacation and how did it differ from the experiences of others who have visited the same location?

Celebrating the Gifts of God: 7800 and Counting

Over a year has passed since I last shared items from my gratitude journal. Initially prompted by Ann Voskamp’s 1,000 gifts, the list has surpassed the original goal and then some. While I haven’t been blogging about them, I’ve still recorded items weekly.

Mother

Like any good southern girl, I’ve always addressed my father as Daddy. Whether I’m speaking to him, or just about him to someone else, I consider it his proper name. A friend once pointed out that since he isn’t her father, I should refer to him as “my daddy” but it just never took.