Sorry to have been such a scapegrace lately. A week before Christmas, I got the flu. And then I suffered a complication from it and am still recovering, so I’m in the office for short spurts and that’s about it.
I am grateful to be upright and recovering and will be back to blogging just as soon as I can.
One of the hardest things to reconcile is all the things that I missed this year. Christmas Eve we didn’t gather, and I didn’t enjoy all the traditions with the angels. Christmas Day I slept most of it and in fact we still haven’t been able to get everyone well enough to do our gathering. We were shooting for Saturday but now my son has a fever and flu symptoms and, well, we just can’t risk any of the others, me included, getting it again. So we’ll try again in another week or so.
The interesting thing is on Christmas Eve morning before sunrise, the complication developed that sent me to the ER. It scared the socks off everyone in the family, but I have to tell you, I was so grateful to still be here and awake and alert and unmuddled mentally, I didn’t have enough left to be afraid. I was just so grateful.
I still am.
So while this hasn’t been a jolly season but the flu season, gratitude remains. Eventually, everyone will be well. Eventually, we will have the gathering we typically do on Christmas Eve, and eventually, our worlds will settle down again and we’ll feel good and be productive.
There’s power in knowing eventually will come. Power and stamina and hope.
And maybe every season isn’t supposed to be jolly. Maybe it’s supposed to be a mixed bag so we fully appreciate the good in all season.
One thing I know for sure. Gratitude is present in all seasons. Sometimes it comes easily. Sometimes we have to work to find it and work harder to feel it. And sometimes, often when we least expect it, it finds us.
Until I’m better, please be patient with me on answering your questions and emails. I’d appreciate that, too.
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