Thanksgiving Thoughts

I woke up, in the warmth of the arms of another, who looks at me like I am all that matters in the whole world.

I woke up, to friends, best friends, telling me they are thankful for me, and how strong I am.

I woke up, to my family, getting ready for our thanksgiving feast, with babies, and aunts, uncles, cousins, loud laughter, and being together. 

I woke up to acceptance, and love, and fun. 

I woke up to breakfast in bed.

Life has a strange way of working out. I have found strength in places that I thought would forever be insecure. I have a strong body, and a strong mind, and the ability to influence those around me.

I am a confident, grateful, strong, committed woman, passionate about those I love in my life.

I have standards, and will not accept anything less than being treated the very best. With respect, and acceptance, love, and commitment. 

I am committed to sharing my life experience, my life lessons, my passion with those around me, so they too know, that hurt does not last forever, and strength will find you when you least expect it.

I no longer waste time on those who run...life is not about running, but about staying, and appreciating. There will always be those who run, who cannot commit, who try to take back what has been done, but some paths are just paved in fate, what is meant to be, will be, and once you run off a particular path, you cannot return. My path changed this year, uunexpectedly, and  while I tried for a long time to get back on, I realized the path had ended. There was no more road. Only gravel, dust, and memories. 

And so I wake up on this Thanksgiving morning, on a new path, paved just by me, paved with answers and my future, a family, kids, a new career, a new relationship blossoming....and how thankful I truly am on this beautiful morning. 

To life. To holding on. To never settling. To accepting what is meant to be. To angels watching over me.