I saw this article via nytimes.com, and felt it summed up a lot of what I've been feeling in the recent weeks. When the unexpected pitfalls of day-to-day life hit, I generally curse the heavens for providing no warning. Which is probably nothing more than a really good way to become an embittered old woman. Perhaps it's better to try to welcome what's uncertain, to be thankful for it, and to actively live through the questions...not just unsuccessfully avoid them.
Editorial - A Thanksgiving Toast
In that spirit, here's to the upcoming 365 days before next Thanksgiving; may all the heartache, joy, adventure and sorrow be embraced with as much grace and gratitude as can be mustered. Happy Thanksgiving to whomever reads this.
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