Today I’m thankful for a gift I’ve been given, perspective.
While I wasn’t lucky enough to keep my mom forever, I was lucky enough to learn what’s important before I got all wrinkly and cynical.
At fifteen, I was suddenly able to see what really mattered.
And being able to look at this loss as a good thing sometimes, that’s the beauty of perspective.
I can read this sign and believe it.
I can appreciate the small things. Like m&ms.
I’m not afraid of the small things. Like college. Or not.
Perspective is lovely, if you’re not happy with yours, fix it.
Thank you good and bad. You make me me.