The discipline of gratitude is the explicit effort to acknowledge that all I am and have is given to me as a gift of love, a gift to be celebrated with joy.
So, there went October. Here's the thing about living in Italy. We're actually living in Italy. That means that work demands (or in my case, volunteerism) get crazy. Soccer practice and games take place. Friends throw parties and we have a tire blow on our way to Austria for the day. (That was today's dose of real life.)
The fact is, we've been in survival mode for the past two weeks. Life has been crazy busy and I've been working hard to stay off the computer when the kids are home.
Here I am.
October came and went along with my 31 days…and I'm ok with that. Even though it didn't all get put in writing or caught through the lens. We lived out each day.
Sometimes barely squeeking by but that's life. In Italy or in Seattle.
Now we start stepping toward the holidays. For November and December don't just mean Thanksgiving and Christmas but several big birthdays (10, 60 and 70!) with a few others thrown in, a visit from dear friends, travel, a few additional projects all along with the usual merriment.
It will be good but it will be full and I want to choose each step carefully.