Gratitude, I keep reminding myself

This morning, I was hit with a nasty case of Sunday depression. It’s been a rough day–and counter-intuitive, since I have tomorrow off. But that’s the thing with depression: It is not logical. If we’re adding up life’s plusses and minuses, depression oozes in and uses crazy-bad math. So I have to take care of myself–some time working in the yard, and now some time to focus on what I’m thankful for. That’s why I started this gratitude journal.

I’m thankful for my family, and for another big family dinner to celebrate my middle kid’s birthday (23!) on Tuesday night. I’m also thankful that I had the day off so I could cook for it and make a cake (lemon ginger, with lemon cream cheese frosting).

I’m thankful for my husband’s support through some rocky times. I’m also thankful that he drove the van up north to pick up my daughter’s bed that was still in the rental house. Van and me on the highway is more bad math. I’d do it, but I’m so grateful I didn’t have to. (I worked at the winery instead, and even sold a copy of Into the Rumored Spring.)

I’m thankful for the sun and this deeply blue sky–and the orange trumpet flowers across the alley.

I’m thankful for the mornings I was able to get up at 5:00 or 5:30 and journal. It’s dark now, and more of a struggle.

I’m thankful for some progress on a couple of poems.

Here’s to September!

Open the door. Open my heart.