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being thankful

Today I received a wonderful surprise in the post.
A beautiful handmade gift.
The sentiment behind it was beautiful and it made me think of happy things.
With all the misery in this little nation of mine
it can be quite hard to see past the doom and gloom.
So now,
I am going to write about some of the things that haven't changed,
things that I am truly thankful for.

1. My number one is always the same.
It is James.
With James by my side I can take on the world.
And I will.
We will...
2. My friends.
I have such wonderful friends who have given me such wonderful memories.
I honestly believe that your friends are the family you choose and I really have chosen well.
3. My family.
I spent a lot of time with my family over the weekend.
I feel bad that sometimes I don't have enough contact.
But that is one of those hiccups that life throws at you I guess.
Every minute I spend with them I cherise and I am glad that I have that time.
4. My dreams
My dreams are still as vibrant as they were when I was 16,
the difference is now I believe that I can  achieve them.
All I can say is watch this space.....
5. Laughter.
It is the best medicine of all and I am glad that I have much of it in my life.
6. House
I love this tv show. It is great and it makes my nights that little more dramatic!
7. The smell of the sea.
It is what makes me believe in magic.
8. Reading
I love the little world that it allows me to live in.
Sometimes I really wish that was my world.
But not all the time.
9. Writing
It is such a good gift.
Probably the best gift ever given to me.
I'm getting better.
I think I'm getting better.
Maybe someday you will be able to judge.
10. Chocolate.
What can I say......

That is what has come to my mind at this moment.
I will add more again. :)

Comments

  1. lu, i'm thankful for you.
    i have been meaning to do another thankful fifty.
    maybe i will today.

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