#365daysofgratitude

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#365daysofgratitude Year 4. Day 256. #gratitude If you can see it in your mind, Through gratitude, You can hold it in your hands. #manifest #makeithappen #praytogether #seattlegirl #positivethinking #positivity #positiveenergy #bepresent #abundance https://www.instagram.com/p/CTyviiSr5K2/?utm_medium=tumblr

[hercupisalwayshalffull]

Grateful for this amazing sunset which needed no filter. Grateful for a day where I accomplished a lot, even if it does mean lots more work ahead. Grateful for the helpers. 🧡 #365daysofgratitude https://www.instagram.com/p/CklR943rKvW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Universe

you work in beautiful synchronicity, thank you. bringing us each all that we need, in every moment, thank you. weaving together souls, moments, magic, thank you. Thank you, for giving me faith.

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#365daysofgratitude Year 5. Day 355. #babyitscoldoutside 13° is too freaking #cold #christmasjoy #givethanks #gratitude #positivevibes #pray #bepresent #blessed #upperleft #pnw #happiness #everythinghappensforareason https://www.instagram.com/p/CmgDDU6uaWA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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#365daysofgratitude Year 4. Day 240. Today I am #grateful for all that I am, all that I have and all that is. #vaccinated 💉 #pray #prayers #manifest #praytogether #seattlegirl #positivethinking #positivity #positiveenergy #bepresent #abundance #abundantlife https://www.instagram.com/p/CTJrP36LgaG/?utm_medium=tumblr

[hercupisalwayshalffull]

The day he died, as I was waiting for the elevator to take me home, I dropped my purse. Somewhere deep inside that mess, my phone started to play “Carolina In MyMind”. My first thought was to turn it off. The idea that I would never again hear him sing that song seemed to heavy to carry in that moment. I fumbled around, pulling things from my bag, but I only ended up increasing the volume, somehow. Turning it off seemed like the thing I should do, but I couldn’t, so, I just stood there, listening to the joy in James@Taylor’s stupid voice, humming along and crying. It hurt. A lot. But it didn’t hurt the way I thought it would. It felt good to be surrounded by something he loved so much even if he wasn’t there and wouldn’t be again. I decided, right then, that I wouldn’t avoid the songs, or shows, or places he loved and we loved together. Now, in those moments/hours/days I miss him most, I lean into it, into those things that most remind me of his spirit and of his love. Tonight, it’s watching “The Newsroom” with the Gidge on my shoulder and spending time with the sunset, and a bourbon. I’m grateful for the memories and the little bits of joy they bring. I am. (Now, go. Put down your phone and tell your sweetheart you love them. Put on a song and dance in the kitchen or just hold hands while you watch a show. Okay?) ❤️ #365daysofgratitude https://www.instagram.com/p/CiJyDMXPv4f/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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It’s hard right now to imagine ever not feeling sad. So I take comfort in little things: time at the loft and the little bug relaxing enough to sit near me, new flowers at home, Pow snuggling close after a night on her own, the sunset whose beauty finally compelled me to get up from the sofa, and one of Christopher’s favorite desserts-apple pie from The Pie Bar. I’m grateful I can recognize things that make me feel better for. Little bit. I’m grateful for texts and notes and photos that pop up (note the profile of him at sunset on the beach-Timehop delivered that little nugget just after I took that photo of the moon). I’m grateful for a cooler night and hoping for sleep. #365daysofgratitude https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg_FeYCOlzT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hercupisalwayshalffull]

July 16, 2022. I’m starting to understand what life will be like without him. I’m so grateful for my time with him, for our date night traditions, and for the comfort that “regular” plans can bring. I’m grateful for the way the songs he used to send to me as little love letters keep popping up when I don’t expect it and worry I’m not strong enough, yet, to hear them. I’m grateful that I listen anyway. I’m grateful for my intuitive, lovely pets. I’m grateful for friends who’ve crossed the country and crossed town to hug me and bring along the love of others who are far too far away. I’m grateful for every message and text, for every photo and post, and for every heart written in bags and boxes and notes left at my door. I’m grateful for reminders of lullabies and kind words from his debate kids (even if they did make me cry). I’m grateful for the way his face pops up on the nightstand like he’s checking in. And I’m grateful I’m falling asleep while typing this, because I need it, I really do. #365daysofgratitude 💔 https://www.instagram.com/p/CgGpBzHuY2T/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=