I'm starting my Thanksgiving a little early... It's one of my favorite times of year, minus Halloween. So I try to ignore it. I won't judge you if you like Halloween, I simply do not. Not the witches, not the annoying task of finding four or five costumes, and not pillowcases full of candy.
But Thanksgiving is so uplifting. Giving thanks is uplifting. I like the history behind the holiday. And I love pie.
So I'm starting my thanks early- not that you shouldn't find time to give thanks year round... I just especially like it now. So today I'm thankful for my space.
In reality, its not really my own. Someone is always in my space. And it is fairly small, especially since I was raised on a farm with wide open spaces. But every now and then, I remember that there is space that I don't enjoy on a daily basis.
Like in the corners of my backyard, which was a perfect place to be on this amazing day. As we took a walk around my neighborhood, I felt a bit of jealousy of my neighbors whose houses are placed on the edge of the subdivision. One street faces a golf course, and one a hilly pasture.
But then I got home, and snuggled into my space.
And I was content.