Love for my family and the ever-widening circle of people that I worry about.
Joy at the incremental successes of hungry toddler minds.
Gratitude for the encouragement as I find writerly purchase beneath my pedaling feet.
Relief, every day, that my father is still alive.
Disdain for the lack of tolerance for those in desperate situations.
Fear for my children’s future as the Earth warms and politicians call each other ugly.
Shame at the impolite words that snuck out of my mouth.
Satisfaction in the many wonderful books read.
Sorrow at the loss, too soon, of loved ones.
Pride in raising my voice from a whisper to a declaration, “I am a writer.”
Hope, always, for the upcoming year.
Wishing you a wonderful holiday season. More stories from the Treading Water blog in January. Thank you for allowing me to share my thoughts these last few months.