'Tis morn of the day after and
I'm feeling my age . . . I don't
know if it's psychological or
maybe I've partied too hardy!
For me, the day after has to
do with gratitude. Before I
was diagnosed with SAD,
Seasonal Affective Disorder,
I wasn't long for this life.
Knowing the issue, meant
being able to cope. My guy
has been phenomenal in
helping me deal with those
dark days of fall and winter.
Hard to believe I was born
in my own time of undoing!
Go figure . . .
So, I am grateful . . .
. . . for sunlight that staves
off SAD, for those who have
loved me in spite of my ills
and woes, for reaching this
incredible age, for glorious
years of teaching and the joy
found in loving my students.
I am grateful . . .
. . . for coming to understand
those things that never made
sense, for learning new ways
to love and live, for life itself.
Indeed, I am grateful . . .
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