This week, I found I didn’t win the other chapbook contest I entered. On the one hand, a bummer (seriously, contests are such a crap shoot that not winning doesn’t even really count as a rejection). On the other hand, I now have all these poems I can send out. I’d been holding them back, on the off-off-off chance the manuscript won. Now, I can send them out into the world. That’s the win.
I’m thankful for time with our daughter and for the delicious dinner she cooked us.
I didn’t so much enjoy the rain, or the wind that broke my 26-year-old umbrella, but I’m glad that the weather watered my yard for me. Now that the heat’s here, I’m back to lugging the watering can.
The sun’s return means it’s good bike-racing weather, and I’m thankful for time spent with friends at the Velodrome. But I send out my best healing thoughts to the people who crashed. I’ve never seen that many crashes at the track before, and I’m thankful it wasn’t worse.
I’m thankful for time with my Dad and our conversations about politics and national and international events. He has great insights, and I admit it’s even more fun now that we’re coming from the same basic perspective.
I’m thankful for the Supreme Court’s decisions on marriage equality–and right before Pride weekend!
Not for the decision on voting rights. But Congress could take this opportunity to strengthen democracy by applying the conditions to all 50 states plus the District of Columbia, holding the whole country to high standards of fairness. Do I think they’ll do it? No. Do I think they’ll do anything? I’m doubtful. But if the federal government isn’t protecting democracy for our nation as a whole, who is? Where does that buck stop?
Back to gratitude: I’m thankful for what this country stands for, and I keep hoping we can all live up to those ideals (yes, I have some catching up to do.
I’m thankful for ideas and the time to act on them. I started to write a short story this morning. It’s terrible, but it’s a start.
I’m thankful for my husband’s support and help setting up my writing space.
I’m thankful for all the things I don’t want to take for granted: My husband, our kids, my parents, the hummingbirds, and the big black and yellow butterflies. Even the bad cat.
Now I’ll send out some more of those poems.
Open the door. Open my heart.