November has been a hateful, spiteful month for me. The eleventh month took my mom and my little brother from me. Therefore, it is hard not to hold my breath as Halloween comes to a close and we flip the calendar over.
My annual anxiety is compounded this year because of the election…and, well, it’s 2020. Who knows what could happen at any given moment.
However, as I was sitting on the porch with my husband the other night, I was struck by how fortunate and grateful that I am for the calm, secure life that we have built. And, while November will probably always put a knot in my stomach, it is getting more bearable. It reminds me that because we never know when bad things are going to happen, we should take time to be thankful for the little things in life that bring us joy.
- A good cup of coffee.
- Books, books, books.
- My huge, comfortable bed.
- Our rose bushes.
- Cheese Danishes.
- Hip Hop.
- Tide.
- Movies.
- Seat warmers.
- Sneakers.
- Netflix.
- Conley’s hugs.
- Dresses with pockets.
- Amazon Prime.
- Comfortable pajamas.
- Lazy Sundays.
- Knowing my gran is somewhere safe.
- A good hoodie.
- Cotton candy colored sunsets.
- Text messaging.
- Those who stay.
- Cold beers by the pool.
- Bluefield Dairy Queen Hot Dogs.
- Red wine.
- Cool sneakers.
- The fight for justice and equality.
- Quirky coffee mugs.
- Decorative gourd season.
- Red lipstick.
- Tony’s sense of humor.
- Laughing until sound stops coming out.
- Crossfit Jane.
- Taking control of my health.
- New York City.
- Perfectly smooth blankets of snow.
- My college experience.
- Clark Wallabees.
- Sitting on the couch with my best friend.
- Pictures.
- Family dinner at my in-laws.
- Forgiveness.
- The Notorious RBG.
- Button downs.
- Tattoos.
- Broken-in blankets.
- Sex.
- Room service.
- White towels that smell like bleach.
- My Favorite Murder.
- Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream.
- Knowing how to walk in heels.
- Concerts.
- Trips to Colorado to celebrate my soul sister.
- Friends who lift weights and spirts.
- Leather jackets.
- Swimming pools.
- A good party.
- Good toilet paper.
- Christmas trees.
- Pens.
- Elkhurst.
- Naps.
- Songs that remind me of specific people.
- Loyalty.
- A good cry.
- Cheerleaders.
- Sunscreen.
- An extra bedroom.
And, I am thankful that I am finally free of the bitterness and anger and sadness that controlled me for so many years and that I know exactly how fortunate I am to go through this short but incredibly magical time on this planet with people who make me feel warmer than a spring day.
This article was written by a guest blogger. The opinions expressed here are those of the writer and do not reflect the opinions of Bob Lacey, Sheri Lynch or the Bob & Sheri show.
Soshally Awkward
Sosha Lewis is a writer whose work has been featured in The Washington Post, Huffington Post, MUTHA Magazine and The Charlotte Observer. She writes about her sometimes wild, sometimes hilarious, sometimes heartbreaking past filled with free-lunches, a grimy sports bar, a six foot tall Albino woman who tried to save her teenage soul, felonious, drug addicted parents, an imaginary friend named Blueberry and growing up nestled in the coal-dusted mountains of West Virginia.
