My Cup is Half Full

A cold rainy day has driven me to light the fire and my favorite smelly candle. My first cup of earl grey tea for the season has been brewed.

There’s a lull between holiday storms. Thanksgiving is only leftovers and memories and Christmas is still contained in lists. And I am maintaining a ‘be here now mindset’ as the calendar moves ever onward and may to try to hijack me and my anxieties with “all the things” to come.

Gratitude and appreciation keep us grounded. I am grateful that this old gas fireplace is still lighting after a dozen years in service. That I am still able to buy Paddywax’s Ralph Wald Emerson candle from their Library collection.

For the fact that we have money in savings for Christmas this year. And that family will visit to see Fiona in her première performance of the Nutcracker.

I have plenty of time to say what needs saying. And I have plenty of words to do that with. I m also infinitely grateful for all the eyes that take in my words and appreciate them.

My cup is half full only if I think it is. So today, I think it is.

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