Day Forty of my 365 Days of Thankfulness  

We entered the frigid month of February, and I’m still plugging away at my 2022 blogging challenge. It took me a while to come up with an idea, but I decided what I needed most in the coming year was to adopt an attitude of gratitude. The world suddenly got filled with so much tragedy and conflict I found it hard to appreciate the blessings in my life. Thus, I started my 365 days of thankfulness challenge. I start my day searching for some way to express appreciation for life, even if it is a small and insignificant element. Many small things can add up to a big blessing. During month one, I cover most of the major stuff. I’m starting to wonder if I can keep going in month two. I’ve never attempted to express gratitude as the primary subject of my writing. I’m finding it to be more difficult than I first thought. This post covers day forty of my 365 days of thankfulness.  

Day Forty of my 365 Days of Thankfulness  

On day forty of my 365 days of Thankfulness, my granddaughter peaked over my shoulder as I worked on one of my gratitude posts. Normally, I wouldn’t like this sort of behavior, but Chicken Little said, Grandma, do you know what I’m thankful for today? She didn’t wait for me to respond. “I’m thankful that God gave me life and for my family,” she said. Today, I’m grateful my granddaughter found something to be thankful for in the midst of all the drama taking place all around her. This pandemic has been hard on kids. School stopped for them for almost a year. They have worked hard to catch up to grade level. They have to wear masks most of the day. This leaves them guessing about the emotions of the people around them.

I hope we can all find stuff to be thankful for in this fragile moment in time. The atmosphere is so rigid a person can almost feel the ice cracking under our feet. Thankfulness might prove to be the rescue rope thrown to keep us from sinking below the coldness of the harshness of our current world.  

This old woman’s opinion

This old lady’s opinion is thanksgiving is a matter of choice. Even in the darkness, we can choose to seek the light. My blessings may not be the same as yours because I’m old. We all share this planet and breath the same air. We are blessed to have contact with one another. I believe we can all relate to the blessings in life, even during a pandemic. Covid-19 is a tragic landmark in our human experience., but 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.

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