Counting my Blessings

I realized yesterday, that I been quite the Debbie Downer with my return to blogging. I apologize. I do not want this to be a place you come, or no longer want to visit for fear of it being a negative space. I think more than anything I use this space to have a release.

Writing for me is cathartic and healing.  Its gives me a outlet to express my feelings without fear of judgment or the blank stare of my husband. I started blogging 6 years ago just for fun and quickly developed some lasting friendships.  So, for me I consider this space one of my many blessings among the others in my life.

Yes, my precious daughter is a blessing.  She does bring more joy than frustration and I am amazed at her every single day.  My husband is a gift.  He is the ying to my yang and the black and white to my grey.  I am surrounded by a loving family, wonderful coworkers and some pretty awesome friends.

So, as this year comes to a close this weekend, I am counting my blessings.  I am thankful for a wonderful job that allows me to grow and feel needed; for a roof over my head; food in my stomach; and a Savior to call my own.

LMW