I feel intensely aware lately of how grateful I am that anyone’s reading here. I mean that. It’s been a difficult few months – that’s not a secret – and the steadfast comments here often make my day(s).
Thank you, thank you.
If you ever doubt that small actions make a huge difference, don’t.
I’m writing this the day after getting home on a redeye flight. I don’t sleep well in general, and I really don’t sleep well on planes. For example: Matt and I flew to Bali for our honeymoon and I didn’t sleep a wink (I wrote all of our thank you notes instead). So, I’m tired. It’s gray out, and rainy, and I’m exhausted, and feeling spent all around.
And yet. And still.
There’s the beauty of the world, yes: the budding trees, the song of a sparrow in a bush, the smudge of orange on the horizon at sunset, the laugh of a child. But there’s also so much kindness here, so much that reminds me that life is good, and that’s what I’m particularly thankful for today.
Every single message from someone who reads that lets me know that something I said resonates means so much to me. I mean that. Every comment, every retweet, everything. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m more thankful than I can express for the solidarity and the I’m-not-alone feeling I get from every gesture. It always means a lot to me, but even more right now.
I appreciate you. Thank you.