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Thirty Days Of Thankfulness
It’s the little things.
Every November, for the past several years, I’ve posted daily about something that I’m thankful for. Up until now, with little variation, I’ve posted about my husband, my kids, my theatre, church, and other groups that I’m involved in. I’m given to writing syrupy musings about what I love about everyone and everything, and while those posts are written from the heart, I understand that it can get a little, or a lot, repetitive. And old.
I still wanted to participate this year, but decided to change it up a little. COVID has really done a number on me emotionally. I’m not someone who likes to take things day by day. I like to plan ahead and map everything out, every little step. I like to have things to look forward to in order to get through work or depression holes. (They often happen at the same time.) It’s a control thing I have, which is a story for another day.
During the pandemic, however, all plans went to hell. My theatre temporarily closed, and remains closed for safety, right after the first weekend of one of my dream roles. All big travel plans were scrapped, no NYC experience, opportunities disappeared, and we were (are) together in the house all the time. I was forced to think about my days on a much smaller scale.
