(Thank you mama-face you created your own mini-meme)
Today I'm thankful for love.
(in no particular order of course :)
I love the state of Florida. It is the only place I've ever felt home. I've written about my love for my state ad nauseum so I'll just leave it at that.
I love my slice of paradise. My humble abode, aka Where the Wild things Are. Like my state, I can hardly go a week without writing about it so I'll just move on.
my church. The Church at Argyle has been wounded but not mortally so. It will go on. This church and in particular, our pastor, has taught me true faith. It is progressive in it's thinking, it is relaxed in it's rules and it is all about a true relationship with Jesus Christ and not about religion. God sent this wounded Taoist to this church to be resorted.
I love words. I struggle with words. Have all my life. I am a dyslexic and words have never come easy to me. I firmly believe that my dyslexia is a gift. That my struggle with words has given them great value and meaning in my life that goes beyond passion to a calling. I don't claim to be a good writer, but I am a writer. Writing heals me and makes me whole. It is my coping mechanism. Reading transports me. When I read a movie plays in my head and I am enveloped in it. I used to read A LOT but not so much anymore. I spend way more time writing. Either way I'm a happy camper when I'm sunk deep in a word pit.
I love taking photographs. I've been told I have an eye and I do note that I have new vision. Honestly, I don't think I'm all that good. I see photographs like these and I know I'll never be a pro but I'm OK with that. The joy I get from framing a photo, the excitement I get when I pull them off the card and into the computer, the creative buzz I get editing them, and the "Look what I did" kinda little kid joy I get from sharing them is priceless. My writing and my vision are my gifts from God. They are my talents and how I'm meant to serve. They are mediocre at best but they are mine and my 17 stalkers seem to enjoy them. That's enough for me.
I love my kindred spirits. The other human beings out there in the wide universe that not just gets me, but ARE me. That feeling of being less alone, less unique, less misunderstood is priceless. I also find it incredibly interesting that my kindred spirits are virtual strangers. That's just so....Me. Consider this a shout out to my Universe sisters. "Halla girlfriends!"
I love my job. Seriously, being a maintenance superhero to the freaks of Jacksonville Proper is an honor and a privilege. Sure, my job is stressful at times and most times it's thankless, BUT when you get that one freak that says "Thank you so much! You're my hero!" it makes it all worth it. The fact that I have the 2 greatest bosses in existence, who always have my back, always SHOW me how much I'm appreciated and who are just plain good people is an incredible blessing. Not to mention the cool purple cape and yellow sharpie accessories. I mean come on, I may be a superhero, but I'm still a girl. I'm all up on those accessories dude. I am one lucky superhero.