Day Thirteen of 365 Days of Thankfulness

It took weeks for me to decide on a blogging challenge for 2022. I didn’t want to lose the momentum I achieved in 2021. The light bulb moment came while I got my morning steps in the gym. Ideas come to me when I walk. I know the plan isn’t original. After all, I know of people who have done the 365 days of thankfulness challenge. I’ve never attempted to express this level of gratitude in any official capacity. How hard can it be, right? This post expresses day thirteen of 365 days of thankfulness.  

Day Thirteen of 365 Days of Thankfulness

Poetry is something I’m thankful for on day thirteen of my 365 days of thankfulness. I fell in love with poetry as a young child. My mother said I used to quote it word for word from a book I had to my babysitter. She was convinced I could read because I had every word right. My first attempt at writing became a collection of poems for a high school class. I’d written other poems before, but the collection became my first attempt at sharing.

Therefore, poetry is my first love of literature. I love to read it and write it because I love how the words flow across the page and the creative play with sounds and ideas. I stopped writing poems for a while. I don’t know why, but I think life must have got in the way. I plan to take a little break in January. My poetry challenge in 2021 wore me out. I’ll be back as soon as I find an interesting style I want to explore.

The old lady Speaks

I am an old lady. My glimpses of thankfulness may not be the same as the ones you might select. I believe we can all relate to the blessings in life, even during a pandemic. They are landmarks in our human experience. Thankfulness is an adventure we can all take together. Would you please leave a comment and share with me some of the things you are thankful for today.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

7 thoughts on “Day Thirteen of 365 Days of Thankfulness

  1. I too am always thankful for poetry. For me, poetry just seemed to happen. In fact, I had always made notes for my drawings and didn’t realize the “notes” were lines of poetry until a college friend pointed it out.

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