I am really happy I fulfilled this portion of my end-of-the-year push toward achieving some goals.
On the minus side, listing 5 things I'm grateful for every day has been a bust. This past week kicked.my.butt. And I allowed the circumstances of this week to get in the way of my attitude of eucharisteo. So I failed at giving the hard thanks.
Some part of me thinks this is the stuff that keeps me humble.
(Some days it feels like it's the stuff that keeps me downtrodden.)
Mostly, though, I know that the Lord keeps me in His hand. And the sun will come up tomorrow (maybe not out, but it will rise).
I will keep writing. Because it's in my heart and my hands and my soul.