Gratitude
For Zak, always.
For my sister, who understands.
For all of my friends, close and distant, new and not-so-new.
For the opportunity to do what I've wanted since long before I understood what it meant: to see my work published and read.
For being able to go to conventions and other large events, and be social--not perfectly, mind, but I'm grateful that I can do it at all.
For health, stability, and comfort, all of which I sadly take for granted far more than I should.
For the opportunity to live someplace I love; to walk outside and smell the ocean.
For all the things in my life that make me grin, or squee, or gasp in awe. For everything that's good about this world, that makes the less-good easier to take.
For the reminder to be grateful every once in a while.
For my sister, who understands.
For all of my friends, close and distant, new and not-so-new.
For the opportunity to do what I've wanted since long before I understood what it meant: to see my work published and read.
For being able to go to conventions and other large events, and be social--not perfectly, mind, but I'm grateful that I can do it at all.
For health, stability, and comfort, all of which I sadly take for granted far more than I should.
For the opportunity to live someplace I love; to walk outside and smell the ocean.
For all the things in my life that make me grin, or squee, or gasp in awe. For everything that's good about this world, that makes the less-good easier to take.
For the reminder to be grateful every once in a while.