A quick note during the pre-work hour and as Christmas approaches.
I am overwhelmed most days by the typical demands of a work at home mom of two kids on the autism spectrum, looming or missed deadlines, shuffling clutter, and various necessary emails that clog the arteries of my information highway, stuff like insurance, school, support groups, volunteer projects, trying to fit donations to recipients, and the like.
My paying job starts in 10 minutes and I think of you. The any yous who come to check on us. The folks I meet every day online, in stores, at events, and are part of our community. The adorables who live under this roof with me, my Utopian Clan, and the Utopian critters here, too.
Far from perfect in ANY way, our days are our days, our ways ~ our life. My life.
I'm feeling grateful for the opportunities I have had, am having, and will have; for the people I meet from all walks of life and in all realms of the real world; for all of you.
Blessings are funny little things that are always around. But if you aren't looking for them, it's hard to see them. They won't always look like what you'd expect them to look like.
Look for them.
Find them.
Feel them.
Merry Christmas.
