Day Ninety-Eight of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

I’m still plugging away at my 2022 blogging challenge. Each day I am discovering new ways that my life is blessed. Despite all the tragedy and drama in the world, I am discovering I have so much to be thankful for in my life. The trick is to find those blessings in the mundane. I start my day searching for moments of appreciation in my life. The events or things might seem small and insignificant, but they add up to a giant pile of blessings. I’ve never attempted to express gratitude as the primary subject of my writing. This post covers day ninety-eight of my 365 days of thankfulness.  

Day Ninety-Eight of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

On day ninety-eight of my 365 days of thankfulness, I am grateful that the predicted storms didn’t appear. A  drastic change in temperatures occurred. That situation here in Indiana usually means severe weather is on the way. The forecasters even predicted bad storms were moving our way. Somehow, the bad weather managed to pass us by this time. We didn’t have to spend time with the spiders and the dust in the basement. Yay.

We are also the only dry basement in the neighborhood, so a crowd gathers down there when the storms come. That is the best part of severe weather. We used the time to catch up with people we hadn’t seen in a while. One year, we had tornados touch down and spent five hours under a tornado warning. During hour four, we went for a pizza and had a party.

This old lady speaks…

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. I bet if you dig deep, you can come up with something to be thankful for today. Part of the problem with modern life is we neglect to see the small things that make up our common human experience. Thankfulness is an adventure we can all enjoy 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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